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The sun dipped behind the crumbling rooftops as Clara pulled her coat tighter against the chill wind, her breath swirling in little clouds before her. Somewhere beyond the narrow alley, the distant chime of a bell echoed, marking another hour lost to the fading light. Every step she took carried the memory of yesterday’s laughter and today’s unanswered questions, weaving them into the rhythm of her footsteps. In the quiet hum of approaching night, she sensed both promise and regret, as if the coming hours held secrets only the bravest could uncover.