Thirheria.
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Theodore walked through the bustling marketplace, his thoughts consumed by the upcoming wedding. Tomorrow, he would be married to Adele, the woman who had occupied his heart for as long as he could remember. He moved between stalls, his eyes scanning the various wares for a gift that would express the depth of his feelings. The air was filled with the mingling scents of freshly baked bread, fragrant spices, and the warm, sunlit dust that clung to everything. Vendors called out their wares, and children darted between the stalls, laughter ringing through the air. But despite the liveliness around him, Theodore felt a peculiar unease.
