The sun dipped low, casting long, amber shadows across the bustling street. The aroma of roasted chestnuts and faint wafts of jasmine lingered in the air, mingling with the distant hum of a violinist busking on the corner. Among the swirl of moving faces and hurried footsteps, she stood out—a girl with a quiet intensity, her dark coat fluttering in the soft breeze like wings waiting to unfold. Her name was Katerina
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