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... e after a long day. Shadows stretched long across the walls, softened by the amber glow of a single lamp. At the low wooden table, Noel and his mother sat side by side, peeling fruit. The faint scrape of knives against rinds filled the silence, mingling with the steady tick of the wall clock and the whisper of the wind brushing against the curtains.
Juice slipped down Noel’s knuckle when his grip faltered. He hissed softly, shaking his hand. His mother glanced up, her lips curving into t ...
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