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Nufaigy, walking along a hard-packed dirt path between weathered cedar-shingled houses, wearing a deep periwinkle shawl draped over a simple beige dress, her red hair pulled back in a practical bun, the muted colors of her attire blending with the subdued palette of the village, a determined, resilient look in her eyes, cool, diffused morning light, natural, muted tones, freckles