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... across the dew-damp grass.
The village stirred slowly — roosters calling, footsteps on gravel, the sound of water sloshing into basins.
Inside the old house, the smell of brewed tea and frying yam filled the kitchen.
Mr. Dand stood over the stove, humming under his breath, flipping pieces of yam in a pan. A teapot steamed gently beside him. The table had already been set — two mugs, three plates, a quiet kind of welcome.
Mark sat at the far end, hands wrapped aro ...
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