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... inner plates had been cleared.
The scent of warm garlic and basil still lingered faintly in the air. Artur was curled up on the couch, a throw blanket draped loosely over his knees, watching Billy move about the living room with quiet ease.
Then his eyes drifted to the upright piano by the far wall — untouched, dusted recently, but still standing like a memory. His voice came low, casual but hopeful. "Will you play something?"
Billy, halfway to the kitchen, turned. "Now?" ...
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