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... tone path, his hands clasped neatly behind his back. The early autumn sun spilled through the branches, washing the world in a golden hue. Rows of maple and ginkgo trees lined both sides of the path, their leaves whispering softly with each passing breeze. One by one, they drifted down, painting the ground in fiery shades of red, orange, and brown.
Every unhurried step he took carried a quiet calm, the kind that made anyone walking beside him feel inexplicably at ease.
Micah foll ...
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