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SpellCraft: 1400
Chapter 3|Echoes of Kindness|
In the heart of Eldoria, where unspoken stories unfold, kindness becomes the melody that bridges the gaps between souls, creating echoes that resonate far beyond the bustling streets.
- Snow
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Author's Pov
In the bustling streets of Eldoria, a man clad in worn and tattered clothing navigated through the busy marketplace, his weary footsteps echoing against the cobblestone pavement.
His gaze settled on a modest-looking shop, its weathered sign creaking gently in the breeze, and he hesitantly stepped inside.
The shop owner, engrossed in organizing the array of food items, was interrupted by the stranger's presence.
...: Sir?
The shop owner turned to face the newcomer, a disdainful expression forming on his face as he observed the shabby attire of the visitor.
Shop Owner: What? Why are you here?
...: S-Sir, can I get something to eat?
The shop owner scrutinized the man, his inquiry delivered with a stern tone that sent a shiver down the stranger's spine.
Shop Owner: Do you have money?
The man shook his head in response, his eyes downcast with a mix of shame and desperation.
...: N-no, Sir.
A loud, mocking laughter erupted from the shop owner, the sound reverberating off the walls and causing the other patrons to cast curious glances in their direction.
Shop Owner: Then how will I give the food to you?
Undeterred by the shop owner's derision, the hungry man spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of his hunger and despair.
...: Please, Sir. I am h-hungry.
He clutched his stomach, the hollow ache a constant reminder of his dire circumstances.
The shop owner, unyielding in his judgment, raised his voice, his frustration boiling over like a cauldron on the brink of eruption.
