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... ust half its face.
The rosy clouds of dawn stretched across the sky.
Harrison Clark sat curled up by the window, watching the sunrise alone, as still as a statue.
His expression at this moment was a complex mix of emotions—melancholy, confusion, shock, and regret—all blending together to create an abstract work of art.
He turned once again to take in his room.
Clean and tidy.
A worn-out shirt hung on a wire, three mismatched bowls sat on the dining ...
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