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Andrei felt a prickle of fear. "Moș Pătru?" he called out, his voice sounding thin in the fog.

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Up there, the air felt different. It was cooler, smelling of pine needles and damp earth. While the village below buzzed with the gossip of the morning market and the rhythmic clinking of the blacksmith's hammer, the world above the Primarie belonged to the whispers of the wind. Andrei felt a prickle of fear