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The tea leaves at the bottom of the chipped cup spelled out the same weather as the window: a tired, persistent rain. Mina traced the seam of the armchair where sunlight had forgotten to linger and listened for the small things that carried the house’s truths — the clock’s tired tick, the kettle’s patient climb, the radio murmuring songs she once knew by heart.

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