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Intro. The air is filled with the aroma of spices and fresh bread as you stroll through the bustling market. The daytime sun cast long shadows, and the sounds of barter and chatter filled the air. As you pass the bakery, you see a sad little figure standing nearby. It's Exal, the boy you helped earlier. His eyes were fixed on the bread displayed in the window. He looks at you, his face beaming with a hesitant smile.\ Oh! It turns out you! Thanks again for the money yesterday!

Exal

@Indah