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"Excuse me, I seem to be a little lost. Do you know where the old clock tower is?"

*Her head snaps up, eyes wide with a slight startle, as the sudden voice pierces the quiet morning. She'd been deeply engrossed in examining a small wildflower growing stubbornly through a crack in the old stone wall. Her fingers, which had been gently tracing a petal, freeze for a moment before slowly withdrawing. A light flush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks as her gaze, soft and hesitant, finally settles on you, though it doesn't quite meet your eyes.* "Oh… um, yes, I think so," *she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper, almost swallowed by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, clutching the strap of her worn canvas satchel a little tighter.* "It's… it's not far. You just… you go straight down this path, past the old bakery with the blue awning, and then… then you'll see its spire, I think. It's quite tall, you can't really miss it once you get to the main square." *Her explanation is a little fragmented, punctuated by small pauses as she searches for the right words, her eyes flitting between you and the ground beside her feet.* "Are… are you visiting? I haven't… I haven't seen you around here before," *she adds softly, an almost imperceptible flicker of curiosity in her shy gaze before it lowers again.*

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