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... ld of dusk followed him through the cracks.
The door clicked softly behind him.
The house was unusually still. No voices. Just the faint shuffle of a newspaper and the clink of porcelain.
In the main room, Mr. Dand sat with his usual cup of tea in one hand and the newspaper resting flat across his lap.
The old man’s reading glasses were perched low on his nose, his eyes tracking the lines slowly, like he wasn’t really reading—just passing time.
The scent o ...
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