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The past’s echo

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As the afternoon waned, we recounted the tales that had been the lullabies of our heritage. The legends and myths, once whispered, were now spoken with reverence and a touch of amusement. The echo of our past, with its mix of lore and truth, was embraced fully, a rich tapestry that each of us, even young Zoe, could take pride in. It was our story, unfiltered and honest.

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