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Chapter 108: Fresh Thread
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2026-09-23 16:00:00POV: Valentina
The smell of freshly ironed cotton, steam, and cedar wood had completely taken over the small shop on Calle San Lorenzo.
It was a tiny space—formerly an old shoe repair shop—with tall arched windows facing the street and exposed brick walls that Sofia and I spent three days scrubbing with wire brushes. We couldn't afford a commercial space near the financial district, but here, nestled between a butcher shop and a bakery, we were right in the heart of
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