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... ing of wooden beams, the faint scent of damp earth mingling with the crisp morning air. The village stirred beyond the window, voices blending with the distant sound of waves lapping against the shore. It had been days since he started working alongside Artur, and each morning, the weight of his missing memories felt less suffocating.
He sat up, stretching out the stiffness in his limbs. His hands bore the proof of his labor—scratches, callouses, a lingering soreness that strangely reass ...
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