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... ome-cooked food.. Arthur poured himself a small cup of tea, his hands calm, though his eyes held years of fatigue. Elise, his wife, silently refilled her bowl with soup. It was a peaceful moment.
Until the atmosphere shifted.
A sudden noise. The heavy thud of boots—many boots—echoed through the corridor, approaching fast.
Arthur’s eyes narrowed. Elise froze mid-bite.
"What the—" Arthur began, but before he could finish, the dining room door blasted open.
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