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... t, a symbol of the kind and gentle woman the village had come to adore.
Yet today, her movements were slower, dull, and mechanical. The cheerfulness that usually radiated from her seemed drained, replaced by a weariness that clung to her like the flour dusting her apron.
She stared at the dough beneath her hands, kneading it with less vigor than usual. Her lips pressed into a thin line, thoughts swirling behind her tired eyes.
The oven crackled faintly, its warmth doing l ...
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