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... der like it always had.
The curtains were half drawn, the late afternoon light slipping in softly. Everything in here moved at a slower pace—time included.
The armchair by the window, the crocheted throw folded just so, the little porcelain dish on the bedside table that held nothing important and yet was never empty.
Safe things. Familiar things. I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands folded in my lap because I didn’t know what else to do with them.
They woul ...
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