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Money moved like rain before the storm,pouring through the veins of the market.
Old bonds returned home like weary travelers,their pockets heavy with interest and time.
The banks stood watching the tide rise,while the central bank held the gatelike a cautious lighthouse keepermeasuring inflation against the wind.
And investors,like fishermen beneath a restless sky,cast their nets carefully,waiting to see where the currentwould carry tomorrow’s wealth.
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