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... nything resembling family , sank into the velvet cushions of the sitting room’s worn sofa.
A bundle of papers lay scattered on the low table before him.
He reached silently for the cup of wine resting nearby, lifting it with slow familiarity as if it was a long companion of that day. The deep red liquid tilted, swirled, and slipped down his throat, warm and bitter like the month they had just lived through.
Alpheo said nothing. He sat across from him, hands clasped, waiti ...
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