As the music swelled, Marko saw a woman across the street, her hair catching the afternoon light just like the girl he had left behind in 1999. She wasn't her, of course, but she carried that same local spiritβthe quiet pride of the Sana.
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Walking through the town square, he heard the faint, rhythmic strumming of a Ε‘argija coming from a small cafe. It was a familiar melody, one that spoke of the fields, the water, and the people who never truly leave home. He sat down at a corner table, the scent of fresh coffee and rain-slicked pavement filling his senses. As the music swelled, Marko saw a woman
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