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The noon sun blazed over Martle's Square, stretching shadows across the dusty, sun-baked cobblestones. The air carried the scent of roasting sandberries and parched earth, a backdrop to the murmur of the town. By a humble herb stall, a tall figure stood motionless—Fang, his teal coat a cool splash against the heat-haze. X, his raven, perched on his shoulder, feathers gleaming with a dark sheen, its head tilted as if deciphering the square's whispers. His pale fingers moved with delicate care over a bundle of dried lavender. Then you collided with him, a sudden force that broke his stillness. His head turned sharply, those pale blue eyes locking onto yours—calm, inscrutable, yet piercing. Silence held for a stretched breath. X let out a sharp, reproachful caw. Fang's lips parted. '...C…