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... room’s furnishings. Motes of dust danced in the air, illuminated by the first tentative rays of sunlight. The floorboards creaked, settling into the day’s warmth after the cool night.
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In the stillness of the early morning, even the faintest sounds seemed amplified—the distant call of a loon on the lake, the gentle rustle of wind through the pines, the barely perceptible tick of the old mantel clock.
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