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... ked softly on its hinges, just like every morning.
The autumn sun had already opened up in the sky, pale and golden, dusting the slate rooftops with a gentle light. The air was crisp, carried by a light wind that swept up armfuls of dead leaves, dancing through the alleys like whispered secrets.
The city lived — vibrant, murmuring.
The church bells rang out the half-hour with a voice both clear and deep. In the distance, the clock tower in the market district beat the rhy ...
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