A long time ago
The truth was Luke hadn’t set foot inside since his teenage years, back when Grandpa taught him how to carve small wooden whistles in the workshop out back. Now, stepping inside, it felt odd knowing the place was his by right. He owned it, but it didn’t yet feel like home. Soon, however, things would become clear. The creaky floorboards complained under each step, and the faint smell of aged cedar clung stubbornly to the air.
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