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: A sense of peace washed over the road, a "richness" of spirit that no coin could buy.

Asen didn't argue. He simply tucked his violin under his chin and began to play. asen_mixailov_barvalo_dad

As the music faded, the merchant stood in silence. He reached into his purse to offer gold, but Asen shook his head and smiled. : A sense of peace washed over the