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That morning, as the caravan stopped at the edge of town, Dayat was the first to disembark and was immediately greeted by a sight of stark contrasts. To the left, rows of market stalls were beginning to bustle with merchants opening their wares—vegetables, fabrics, simple metal tools. The smell of spices and salted fish blended into one. To the right, narrow alleys led to densely populated settlements with wooden houses huddled together, while in the distance, several two-story ston ...
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