The morning light of Rihe City is always gentle.
When the first rays of sunlight pierce through the clouds, the stone paths are still kissed by the crisp dew of the night.
Smoke begins to rise from the bakery in the market, the flower shop owner is placing freshly picked Sunflower blossoms into an oak barrel, and the rhythmic clanging of a hammer echoes from the blacksmith's forge.
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