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... he clock echoed in the quiet house, a sound that had grown louder and louder with each passing moment.
My hands, rough and aged from years of work, trembled as they clutched the edges of my shawl.
I sat by the window, staring out into the dark, rain-soaked streets, the storm casting ghastly reflections on the glass.
Where was he?
It was past midnight, and Noah still hadn't come home.
I had tried calling the group of boys I'd seen him with in the past, my v ...
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