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... warming the old stone walls and the patches of worn grass where the children played. Laughter echoed in the air—soft, distant, like wind chimes on a gentle breeze.
Noel stood at the edge of the clearing, one foot planted over a small leather ball. Across from him, just a few paces away, stood Erick. The boy was watching intently, his brown hair ruffled by the wind, his little hands clenched at his sides.
Noel raised a brow.
"You ready?"
Erick gave a small nod. ...
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