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Calling it a day
The attic light had dimmed, and dust floated like snowflakes in the air. Luke held the note again, staring until his eyes hurt. Eventually, he folded it and slipped it into his pocket. It had been a long day, and with this confusing last part, Luke felt that his brain could use some rest. So, he made up the bed downstairs and pulled the sheets over his head.
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