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Interlude: Hazel, Hilda, and Nameless – Part 02

“This is a huge help. My husband’s at work, and all the craftsmen are out.”

“Yeah, I can see that. If you file a request at the government office, they might arrange something. In urgent cases, it’s worth a try. Given the situation, they might even cover some of the costs.”

“Really? That’s good to know.”

By the time they finished chatting, the wall was evenly painted.

“If you ever drop by while working, I’ll treat you to some delicious bread.”

“Whoa, nice! I’ll take you up on that, ma’am.”

Hazel waved goodbye and set off in no particular direction.

Soon, she spotted a covered wagon—right in the middle of the street, of all places. Pedestrians scowled as they veered around it. The wagon was tilted. On closer inspection, its left rear wheel had come off. A man, presumably the driver, stood beside the restless horse, looking troubled.

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