It was a sunny afternoon. The sun was lofty high in the sky. And its rays reflected on the lonely path that led to the village market. The path was deserted, and wore the garment of quietude, except for the sounds of a footstep that heralded the coming of a passer-by with a clockwork precision. […]
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