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Seeing their house

Amber picked up the photo, examining every small detail. The men’s suits looked like they were from the 1940s, maybe earlier. The woman wore a simple dress, her hair pinned neatly back. And in the background, partially hidden by the oak tree, stood their house—or an older version of it. The paint looked fresh. But the shape was unmistakably familiar.
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