The dusty wind whipped through Daniel’s hair as he gazed across the rolling plains of his village. A yearning, as vast as the sky itself, swelled in his chest. He dreamt of a church, a beacon of faith rising from the red clay soil, a place where the villagers, weathered by life’s harsh realities, could...
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