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"He drew one from a silver case, holding it between his fingers. Bringing it to his lips, he rested one hand on the desk—where I usually write—while slipping his other hand into the pocket of his

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In a peaceful mountain village, streams of water flowed between the rocks, making a soft sound like the gentle footsteps of a toddler. Colorful birds glided through the air, refreshed by the crisp spring