It was a bright day in April, and the clocks were striking noon; the market square was crowded, people bustling, their steps echoing on the cobbles like drumbeats, as they made their way between the stalls, a cacophony of voices, colours, and the rich smells of spices and bloom.
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Published: March 2, 2026 (69 days ago)
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