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Two weeks passed quietly since Lily's first day of school. The farmhouse settled into an unexpected, steady rhythm.

Aurora sat at the kitchen island. It was eight o'clock in the evening. Her silver laptop was open in front of her. The bright screen illuminated her face in the dimly lit room.

Lily sat directly across the wide wooden counter. She was drawing quietly in her blue notebook. The yellow pencil scratched softly against the thick paper.

They sat in comfortable, parallel silence.

Aurora
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