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Too Much Noise in His Head

Luke made coffee with Grandpa’s old tin pot, burning the first batch out of sheer tiredness and lack of awareness because of it. The morning light seemed too bright, his thoughts too jumbled. “What does it mean? Why did he write that message?” he asked aloud, gripping the note again at the table. Something deep in his gut told him this was no ordinary scrap of paper.
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