Early morning light

When the first soft glow of morning crept through her curtains, Samantha pushed herself out of bed. She hadn’t slept well, but she felt more determined than ever. The jar was still sitting exactly where she left it, a quiet reminder of the mystery waiting to be solved. She pulled on a sweater and grabbed the jar with both hands, her mind already on Mr. Hensley next door.
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