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Henry was sitting at the long dining table, staring at the untouched plate in front of him.
The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall.
A perfectly cooked breakfast was before him—eggs, bacon, toast, even a steaming pot of coffee.
But the smell turned his stomach.
He picked up his fork and poked at the eggs, letting the yolk run across the plate.
"Merry Christmas," he muttered bitterly to himself, his ...
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