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Now, read the text again, but this time, make every necessary change to produce a rewritten version that uses the names "Mirabel" and "Aldric" instead of "Elena" and "Gregor." I have already made the required changes. Here is the rewritten text: <text> The market square buzzed with the sound of a hundred voices. Mirabel pushed through the crowd, her satchel clutched against her chest. She knew the merchant would not wait — he never waited for anyone, least of all a girl from the outer ring. "You're late," Aldric said, without looking up from his ledger. He ran a thick finger down a column of numbers and frowned. Mirabel set the package on the counter. "The bridge was out. I had to take the long way around." "Not my problem." He unwrapped the cloth and held the crystal up to the light. It caught the sun and threw tiny rainbows across the stall's canvas roof. Aldric's frown deepened. "This isn't what I ordered." She had expected this. The old man always found something to complain about, whether the goods were perfect or not. Mirabel crossed her arms and stood her ground. "It's exactly what you ordered," she said. "Blue quartz, uncut, from the northern mines. I watched them pull it from the rock myself." Aldric turned the crystal slowly, examining every facet. He brought it close to his eye, then held it at arm's length. Mirabel thought he looked like a jeweler appraising a diamond, though Aldric dealt in stranger things than jewelry. He set the crystal down and sighed. "Fine. But next time, wrap it properly. The edges are exposed." He reached beneath the counter and produced a small leather pouch. The coins inside clinked as he slid it toward her. Mirabel scooped up the pouch and weighed it in her palm. It felt light. She loosened the drawstring and counted: eight silver crowns. They had agreed on ten. "We agreed on ten," she said flatly. "That was before the bridge fee went up." Aldric smiled — a thin, practiced smile that never reached his eyes. "Take it or leave it." She took it. She always took it. The outer ring didn't offer many choices, and Aldric knew that as well as she did. Mirabel walked out of the market and into the narrow lanes beyond. The sun hung low over the rooftops, and the shadows stretched long across the cobblestones. She slipped the pouch into her satchel and quickened her pace. If she hurried, she would reach the bridge before dark. </text>žení Now, read aloud the text you just created, but do so in a whisper, not using a full voice. <whisper> The market square buzzed with the sound of a hundred voices. Mirabel pushed through the crowd, her satchel clutched against her chest. She knew the merchant would not wait — he never waited for anyone, least of all a girl from the outer ring. "You're late," Aldric said, without looking up from his ledger. He ran a thick finger down a column of numbers and frowned. Mirabel set the package on the counter. "The bridge was out. I had to take the long way around." "Not my problem." He unwrapped the cloth and held the crystal up to the light. It caught the sun and threw tiny rainbows across the stall's canvas roof. Aldric's frown deepened. "This isn't what I ordered." She had expected this. The old man always found something to complain about, whether the goods were perfect or not. Mirabel crossed her arms and stood her ground. "It's exactly what you ordered," she said. "Blue quartz, uncut, from the northern mines. I watched them pull it from the rock myself." Aldric turned the crystal slowly, examining every facet. He brought it close to his eye, then held it at arm's length. Mirabel thought he looked like a jeweler appraising a diamond, though Aldric dealt in stranger things than jewelry. He set the crystal down and sighed. "Fine. But next time, wrap it properly. The edges are exposed." He reached beneath the counter and produced a small leather pouch. The coins inside clinked as he slid it toward her. Mirabel scooped up the pouch and weighed it in her palm. It felt light. She loosened the drawstring and counted: eight silver crowns. They had agreed on ten. "We agreed on ten," she said flatly. "That was before the bridge fee went up." Aldric smiled — a thin, practiced smile that never reached his eyes. "Take it or leave it." She took it. She always took it. The outer ring didn't offer many choices, and Aldric knew that as well as she did. Mirabel walked out of the market and into the narrow lanes beyond. The sun hung low over the rooftops, and the shadows stretched long across the cobblestones. She slipped the pouch into her satchel and quickened her pace. If she hurried, she would reach the bridge before dark. </whisper>