"Yeah, I think this is it," Orion remarked, a vivid image of Aunt Greta's hut firmly etched in his mind. While the huts in the village shared a similar appearance, it was impossible for them to be completely identical, making it relatively easy for him to recognize the right one. As he walked alongside Ayla, something caught his attention- the distinct pattern of one hut per compound in the surrounding area. This observation led him to a realization that he hadn't noticed he passed through here: they had entered a wealthier neighbourhood within the village.
"So, can you figure out which hut Fiona stays in from here?" Ayla inquired, her eyes fixed on Orion, hoping for a positive response. Disappointingly, Orion shook his head in defeat, conveying his inability to identify Fiona's hut without uttering a single word.
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