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... t against the shutters until the room remembered it had windows. John woke before the city did. The house held onto the last of the night’s warmth the way a hand holds another hand a blink too long.
John opened his eyes to the kind of quiet that makes doors sound polite. The little front room held yesterday’s air and today’s light, nothing more — no ribbon, no forgotten token, only the neat order of a place that was finally his.
He washed, tied his coat, and brewed tea because ho ...
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