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... of the gate echoed faintly through the narrow lanes of Star Harbor. A soft breeze rustled the nearby jasmine shrubs as little Miles walked through the doorway of their modest home—his backpack bouncing with each eager step, his eyes bright with anticipation.
"Mom...?"His voice rang through the empty house, hopeful and curious.
No answer.
He slipped off his shoes and scurried into the hallway, his little feet tapping softly against the woo ...
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