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... two-story building before him.
It wasn’t much.
A pale brick facade with chipping paint around the window frames. A rusted mailbox that always jammed. A tall sycamore tree arched over the yard like an guardian, its branches rustling gently in the breeze. Clotheslines swayed on the upstairs balcony, shirts dancing in the wind.
But something about it... settled in his chest.
"Looks nice," he murmured under his breath, shifting his duffel bag higher on his shoulder. ...
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