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... of the village. The clatter of shells spilled from her arms, cascading into a haphazard pile at her feet.
Sunlight caught the iridescent edges of the shells—fragments of clams, oysters, and scallops in pearly whites, seafoam greens, and muted pinks—scattering prismatic flecks across the dusty ground.
Behind her, the village lay in ruins, splintered wooden beams jutted like broken bones from collapsed huts, the acrid tang of smoke clung to the air, and villagers moved sluggishly ...
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