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Florin nodded, his gaze settling on the crowd gathering in the square. "They are hungry for more than just bread and wine, Dochia. They need to remember who they are."

"Are they ready, General?" Dochia asked, her bow hovering over the strings. dochia_banda_si_florin_ionas_generalul_bade_ioa...

Beside him, Dochia and her band were tuning their instruments. Dochia was a force of nature, a woman whose fiddle could weep like a mountain stream or roar like a winter storm. Her band—a ragtag group of cousins and lifelong friends—provided the rhythmic heartbeat that kept the village alive during the long, cold months. Florin nodded, his gaze settling on the crowd

As the sun dipped behind the peaks, the music began. It started low, a mournful tune that spoke of ancient shepherds and the spirits that haunted the high pastures. Then, Florin stood. His voice, weathered but strong, cut through the melody. Beside him, Dochia and her band were tuning