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... rong>[Ovelia’s POV]
We reached the front of the game stall, pushing through the ring of onlookers. A young man with a blue bandana tied around his head was just finishing his turn. He threw his last small, brightly painted wooden ball. It struck the base of a pyramid of stacked wooden cups with a solid thwack, but only the top two layers wobbled and fell. The rest remained stubbornly upright. The man’s shoulders slumped, and a collective sigh of disappointment rippled through th ...
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