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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A worn-out wooden cart is just sitting in the middle of a deserted, dusty village square, surrounded by old adobe buildings and a few scrappy palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze. Umm, the air's pretty hot and dry, with a smell of dirt and old straw as the sun beats down from high overhead. A nearby small, clay oven is somehow constantly producing perfectly baked bread, despite being empty and untouched, and the smell is filling the air, mixing with the sound of buzzing flies and the occasional bray of a distant donkey.