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It was a busy Friday morning at the small café tucked into the corner of Maple Street....
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The morning began like so many others for George Whitaker. At seventy-four, his days followed a gentle...
Every morning at exactly 6:10 a.m., before the city fully woke up, Clara Reynolds unlocked the side...
