One rainy Tuesday, a young woman named Elena entered, clutching a leather-bound folder. She laid it on the desk and pointed to a single line written in fading violet ink.
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"I need to know the pôvodný text," she whispered. "The original words beneath these." One rainy Tuesday, a young woman named Elena