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... rn light swaying outside.
The night air was calm, and for a moment, it felt like he’d stepped into another world entirely—far away from the blood-red glow of his family’s chaos and the suffocating weight of the Sutterfouse name.
On the porch, a tiny food stall clung to the front of the house, just the way he remembered it.
Wooden planks formed a low counter, the edges smooth from years of elbows leaning on them.
A faint smell of broth and grilled meat hung in the ...
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