Placeholder: In the summer, blessed with golden sunshine and beautiful field flowers, people gather in the lush shade under the chestnut trees to exchange ancient stories told by their generations. The sweet scent of flowers mixes with the smells of antique woods emanating from the old wood of the scattered benches. Old people talk enthusiastically about the tales of the mysterious witch who lived in their village, tales that are preserved in their memories like old books. They tell of her dark magic and of In the summer, blessed with golden sunshine and beautiful field flowers, people gather in the lush shade under the chestnut trees to exchange ancient stories told by their generations. The sweet scent of flowers mixes with the smells of antique woods emanating from the old wood of the scattered benches. Old people talk enthusiastically about the tales of the mysterious witch who lived in their village, tales that are preserved in their memories like old books. They tell of her dark magic and of

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In the summer, blessed with golden sunshine and beautiful field flowers, people gather in the lush shade under the chestnut trees to exchange ancient stories told by their generations. The sweet scent of flowers mixes with the smells of antique woods emanating from the old wood of the scattered benches. Old people talk enthusiastically about the tales of the mysterious witch who lived in their village, tales that are preserved in their memories like old books. They tell of her dark magic and of

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