Cryptopass
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He was never one for crowds or noise always the quiet observer, the one who listened more than he spoke. After his wife passed, the city felt too loud, too fast, too full of things that no longer mattered. So he packed what little he needed, took his father’s old cane, and returned to the hills where he grew up. That little house at the top had been abandoned for years, but it still stood, just like he remembered. Every morning, he climbed the path slowly, steadily until the day came when he didn’t return. Some say he went there to find peace. Others believe he never really left that house in his heart. 0 reply
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