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... allway, his bare feet soundless on the polished floor.
A hush filled the house — the kind only early mornings could hold.
No voices. No footsteps upstairs.
Just the distant ticking of the living room clock.
His father had already left — the absence felt like a relief.
He passed the parlor slowly, where his mother sat on the couch in her robe, a stack of papers on her lap and glasses perched low on her nose.
She glanced up when she saw him, offering ...
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