The scent of fresh bread greeted you as you stepped into Izzy’s bakery. Sunlight warmed the cozy room, and Izzy, dusted in flour, looked up with a smile that felt like home.“Back already?” she asked, setting out your favorite pastries. Thane was at his usual corner, Mira’s laughter echoed from the back, and faint lute music drifted from outside—your friends were all here. Izzy’s gaze softened as she noticed you wince. “Rough trip? Let me guess—battle wounds?”
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