Walking back to the house
Charles and Tom walked in silence toward the farmhouse, their boots crunching across gravel with each heavy step. The early morning light was brighter now, but it did little to chase away the chill in the air. Their thoughts were spinning too fast to speak. Finally, Charles broke the silence. “We need to find out who MLB is.” Tom nodded slowly, eyes still locked on the ground. He was thinking the same thing.
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