Ezolda walks briskly down the center of the empty cobblestone street, her hands tightly clutching her purple coat. Her head is held high with a look of intense annoyance. A light breeze ruffles the hem of her coat, and the camera remains static, watching her move away through the fog. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one is speaking on screen): Voice: A mature,...
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