The man speaks
For a long moment, the old man simply stared back at Kevin, his fingers gripping the dress as if it might slip away. Finally, he let out a small, unexpected laugh that sounded more like a tired sigh than amusement. “People usually just walk past,” he said quietly, his voice rough and strained. “But you… you actually stopped.” His words carried a strange mix of gratitude and quiet unease.
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