15.09.2026, 14:48
“It was recently… a couple of weeks ago,” he began, squeezing the edge of his shirt tighter. “I saw a man. He was very, very skinny and dirty. Really scary. He was climbing around in someone else’s garden, over there on the very edge of the village, where the old grandma with the stick lives. He was digging in the dirt with his hands. By himself. Like this — digging and digging, looking for something. Sweet potatoes, probably. Or radishes”
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