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... ed past the edge of the main road, hands in his pockets, shirt unbuttoned at the throat.
The market wasn’t crowded—half the stalls looked half-asleep—but that suited him fine. He wasn’t here for fruit or fabric—he just needed a place where the silence didn’t echo so loud.
A woman waved from a cloth stall. "Back again, city boy?"
Jay flashed a grin. "Miss me already, Auntie Mira?"
"Don’t flatter yourself. You just owe me for that scarf you borrowed last year."
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