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... didn’t rush here. It moved with the sunrise, the sound of roosters, the low hum of wind through trees.
Each morning began the same — with the clatter of pans in the kitchen.
"Hand me that bowl, will you?" Mr. Dand would say, already halfway through peeling yams.
Billy, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, passed it over with a small grin. "You don’t sleep, do you?"
Mr. Dand chuckled. "At my age, sleep wastes daylight."
Artur stumbled in moments later, hair ...
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