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On her twenty-first birthday, instead of a celebration, her father walked into her room with a folded cloth and a short sentence: “You’re getting married tomorrow.”

Elena froze. “To whom?” she asked softly.
“You’re blind. He’s poor. Seems fair enough.”
She had no say in the matter. The next morning, in a brief, emotionless ceremony, Elena was married. No one described her husband to her. Her father simply pushed her forward and said, “She’s yours now.”
Her new husband, Jonas, guided her to a modest cart. They traveled in silence for a long while, until they arrived at a small cabin near the river, far from the bustle of the village.
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