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... ight filtering through the branches of the old fig tree overhead.
Birds chirped lazily, wings fluttering somewhere near the rooftop.
At a round wooden table set in the small yard, Noel and his grandmother sat side by side.
Steam curled gently from their plates.
The meal was simple—fresh bread, slices of soft cheese, scrambled eggs with herbs from the garden.
A pot of tea rested between them, and the mismatched cups clinked softly as they toasted mid-laugh. ...
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