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Annabel’s Missing Ring

There was only one house in this entire village that had many colourful tapestries hanging in the garden. Zen approached the cosy cottage confidently and knocked on the front door, preparing himself mentally to bring up the topic of buying cotton cloth for Father Clarence and a good reason he should have a discount for it.

When the door opened, a young lady with a scarf over her head appeared. She looked somewhat worried but managed a smile when she saw a guest.

“Hello! How can I help you?”

Zen expressed his concern at the maiden’s reddened eyes. “Are you alright?”

Annabel, the weaver, quickly wiped the sides of her eyes and shook her head. “It’s nothing. Was there something you needed from me? It’s a little too far out for

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