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... festival was in full bloom.
The village was alive—music pounding, drums echoing, voices rising into the night air. Torches lit up every corner, laughter bounced off the walls, and smoke from the roasted meat curled into the sky.
It reminded Isabella of the day she first stepped into this village.
Back then, they’d also been celebrating something. Except, if she was being brutally honest, it hadn’t been nearly this nice.
The night she first came? Ugh. Gosh, she wo ...
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