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... left, staring at the bags like they might move on their own if I waited long enough.
They were everywhere. Sprawled across the floor, piled against chairs, leaning against the walls like silent sentries.
Hard leather trunks with brass corners. Bulky garment bags stuffed until the zippers strained. Cases so large they looked like they belonged on cargo planes, not staircases.
My back pulsed with a slow, relentless ache, like a warning drumbeat. Every breath pulled at the b ...
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