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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as I sat down with my son, Finn, at our usual breakfast spot – the worn, wooden table in the corner of our kitchen. He was a curious one, this boy of mine, always pondering the universe and its mysteries. “Papa,” he began, his brow furrowed
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Arin was a man who took pride in living an honest life in the quiet town of Elderwood. His days were filled with simple routines—helping neighbors and spending evenings relaxing with a book or by the fire. Life, for the most part, treated him well. But one year, a series of small but persistent frustrations
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The worn leather of the armchair creaked softly under Maya’s weight. She gazed out the window, watching as the city lights blurred into a hazy swirl of color, but her mind wasn’t on the view. It was somewhere else—stuck between the echoes of yesterday’s failure and the looming worries of tomorrow. Her grandmother, sitting nearby
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