Square of an old city at night, with a many-armed streetlamp, lit arcades and a bench

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In the Veins of the Ancient City

A refuge of stone, light and memory

At night, in the old heart of a city, the alleys narrow toward a square. The air smells of warm bread and orange peel, and on the cathedral steps a guitar plays softly.

There are cities that, in the stillness of the night, can tell their stories only to those who walk slowly.
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