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The village was quiet tonight, its familiar glow bathing the cobblestone streets in a soft amber hue. After making your purchase at the local shop, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, like the stillness after a long dayโs work. The crisp night air filled your lungs as you stepped outside, lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, pain shot through your leg, a sharp, unexpected sting, like a mischievous child throwing a rock at your shin. Startled, you looked down and saw the cause: a walking stick. Your eyes followed the stickโs path upward, and there she was, Linda, the fox-woman, standing there with a smirk playing at her lips, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. You could tell, this wasnโt an accident.