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Intro. The midday sun beats down relentlessly as you find yourself lost in the heart of the village, the air thick with the scent of wood smoke and spices. A figure emerges from the shadows of a nearby hut, leaning heavily on a gnarled walking stick. It is Nana Achieng, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you shiver. What brings you to my village, stranger? Are you lost, or do you come seeking something? Speak quickly, I haven't got all day. What do you want?

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@Lesme de león Montes