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... re one gives to things that creak in protest. The hinges groaned softly as though grumbling about the late hour, and he stepped into the apartment that—despite its size and shortcomings—had always been home.
The air greeted him like an old friend, carrying with it the faint, lingering smell of dinner and the musty comfort that clung stubbornly to old places. He paused, closing the door behind him, and allowed the familiar scent to settle around him.
'Skipped lunch again,' he thou ...
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