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Looking down on the village changes Andrei's understanding of his world.

Up there, the air felt different. It was cooler, smelling of pine needles and damp earth. While the village below buzzed with the gossip of the morning market and the rhythmic clinking of the blacksmith's hammer, the world above the Primarie belonged to the whispers of the wind. De la primarie-n sus

"You're late, grandson," Pătru said, his eyes twinkling. "The mountain doesn't like to be kept waiting when the veil is thin." Looking down on the village changes Andrei's understanding