Calling it a day
Shadows lengthened in the attic, and Luke’s eyes ached from staring at the note. Folding it carefully, he slipped it into his pocket. He felt drained, his mind foggy from confusion. “Tomorrow,” he muttered, trudging downstairs. He made a simple bed, pulled the covers tight, and tried to rest. But deep down, he knew sleep wouldn’t come easily.
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