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... ke a secret passing through the earth.
The tree’s shade stretched wider now, more forgiving as the afternoon dipped gently toward evening.
The sun filtered through the branches, casting quiet shadows across Billy’s lap. He didn’t speak. Neither did Artur.
Their silence wasn’t empty—it was the kind that held comfort, like the worn quilt of an old memory.
Then, with a soft grunt, someone settled beside them on the bench made of roughly carved wood. The creak of the ...
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