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door.
Henry stood at the mezzanine entrance in a dark suit, because Liam had overruled him on wearing his uniform.
Liam stood at the back by the window.
Not wearing his father’s pocket watch.
Not yet.
That watch had finally been moved from the drawer to a velvet pouch, with an agreement that one quiet Saturday in November, it would move again—to a small continue reading …
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