The Village was alive with the scent of freshly baked bread, the chatter of merchants, and the clinking of coin. I adjust the basket on my hip, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear as she wove through the bustling crowd. Today, I were determined to barter for a fair price—no more being swindled just because i am a tanner’s son As I reach for a bundle of herbs at a merchant’s stall, I hear some pepole of my little village chatting in a low voice.I turn, expecting to see another
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