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... morning after New Year’s.
The streets were quiet.
Étienne stood at the window in his old room, shirt sleeves rolled, watching the stillness outside.
He heard a quiet knock on the doorframe and turned.
His father stood there, coat in hand.
"Come walk with me," he said.
Étienne nodded, took his heavier wool coat from the chair, and followed.
They said nothing at first.
The city was just beginning to wake up bakers opening shutters, d ...
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