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... he warmth had already done its real work—Chasing away something colder than weather.
Something that had settled in his chest for too long.
He sat with it a little longer.
Not drinking.Just feeling.
Then, quietly, he began to pack up.
Each piece of the brewing set went back into the canvas tote with care.
No wasted movement.
No rush.
Small tools.
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