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... ction. The fresh air, the colorful herbs growing in each villager’s designated plot, and the chirping birds made it hard to believe that something so infuriating had ever happened here.
Beside him stood a tall, handsome man with pointed ears, drawing immediate attention from the villagers.
Before they could swarm Fian with endless questions, Wina raised her voice firmly. "Gara, Fian, grab your hoes and start turning the soil."
No one wanted to interfere with others’ work. ...
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