With a sudden, sharp stroke of his bow, the music erupted. The double bass gave a heavy, rhythmic heartbeat, and Aurel's violin soared above it, crying and laughing all at once.
Radu didn't hesitate. He broke from the circle and walked straight to Elena, extending his hand. She smiled, took it, and stepped into the square.
From the edges of the square, the young men surged forward. They formed a tight circle, slapping their leather boots in perfect unison, their heels striking the ground like thunder. This was the Feciorește , the men's dance, a display of pure strength, agility, and pride.
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