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“Look,” Nikolina whispered, pointing to a wooden box etched with intricate patterns. Inside, a collection of tiny glass beads shimmered, each catching the lantern light and scattering it in a hundred directions. “They say each bead holds a story,” she said, her voice hushed, as if the beads might overhear and break.

Abby, entranced, followed Inti deeper into the market. The llama stopped before a modest stall draped in a dark, velvety cloth. Inside, an elderly man sat cross‑legged, his hands resting on a simple wooden box. “Look,” Nikolina whispered, pointing to a wooden box

Abby turned to her friends, a smile blooming on her lips. “We came looking for a secret,” she said, “and we found a moment. Let’s keep listening for those moments wherever we go.” ” Nikolina whispered