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... tched walls of the hut.
Outside, the world felt alive with a frantic, cheerful bustling—the sound of tiny footsteps, melodic whistling, and the rhythmic thud-thud of wooden tools from a far distance, indicating construction was in process.
The sun was already a scorching golden orb high in the sky, carrying the foreboding winter chill in the atmosphere. It was probably around noon or maybe close to noon.
We slept quite late so it’s understandable if we woke up around noon ...
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