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As yet more days, and soon even weeks, pass by, the town begins to evolve into somewhere you don't quite recognize. Each time you walk into town, a different building seems to have been reduced to rubble, ready to make way for something new. Little by little construction sites turn into newly-built walls which turn into empty stores.
Fairly soon, the first Alberobello-branded business—a gym and spa—opens just off the main street. There's a long line at the door on opening morning, punctuated by a few people picketing with signs demanding that Clarence Industries be forced to halt their plans for the forest once and for all.
On that morning, you are: