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... red through the windows, painting the walls in soft amber.
Dust motes floated lazily in the air, catching in the glow like slow-moving sparks.
The smell of warm bread clung faintly, a reminder of something Artur must have pulled from the oven earlier, though it was already cooling in the kitchen.
Billy sat on the edge of the couch, one leg tucked under the other, his elbow resting on the armrest.
A small notebook lay open on his knee, filled with messy scrawls fro ...
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