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2025-01-21 15:00:03“Stay here for a bit, Ma’am Bridget,” Hans Seymour said with a hint of formality in his voice. He stood up and walked toward a small hut tucked behind the restaurant they’d just eaten at, leaving Bridget seated on a wooden bench shaded by a sprawling tree. As Hans walked away, Bridget couldn’t help but watch his retreating figure, feeling an inexplicable tension she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
The entire place was serene, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves and the sight of vast green rice fields that stretched endlessly like an emerald sea. Yet, despite the tranquility, Bridget was restless. Something about this whole situation felt… off.“What’s even going on here?” she muttered, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. The atmosphere felt heavy with unspoken mysteries.Inside the hut, Hans was met by an older woman whose presence radiated strength and wisdom. This was Emerald—a name Hans hadn’t heard spoken in years but one th
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