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As I pushed open the creaky door to No. 46, a faint scent of wood smoke and old books wafted out, carrying with it whispers of the past. The sign above the doorway creaked in the gentle breeze, bearing the name "Pekař" in faded gold letters. I wasn't here to buy bread, though – I…
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