White clouds drifted in the sky, a clear stream trickled softly, and wisps of smoke curled upward from the village chimneys.
Farmers tilled the fields, a cowherd sang pastoral songs, and village women busied themselves tending fires. The Nameless Village was as peaceful as ever.
An abandoned little girl, dressed in rags and homeless, pulled at the grass and stuffed it into her mouth. She was starving!
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