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... between stretches of golden sand and fields of ripening strawberries. The small market was always bustling, with vendors selling fresh produce, fish from the morning’s catch, and handmade goods. Children ran around barefoot, playing in the dirt paths that crisscrossed the village, while the salty breeze carried the scent of the ocean across the fields.
In one of those strawberry fields, Ash was hard at work, helping out the local grandpa who owned the land. Grandpa was an old, scrappy m ...
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