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Arnold\u2019s 93rd birthday wish was heartfelt: to hear his children\u2019s laughter fill his house one last time. The table was set, the turkey roasted, and the candles lit as he waited for them. Hours dragged on in painful silence until a knock came at the door. But it wasn\u2019t who he\u2019d been waiting for.<\/p>\n
The cottage at the end of Maple Street had seen better days, much like its sole occupant. Arnold sat in his worn armchair, the leather cracked from years of use, while his tabby cat Joe purred softly in his lap. At 92, his fingers weren\u2019t as steady as they used to be, but they still found their way through Joe\u2019s orange fur, seeking comfort in the familiar silence.<\/p>\n
The afternoon light filtered through dusty windows, casting long shadows across photographs that held fragments of a happier time<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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