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A long time ago
The truth was that Luke hadn’t set foot inside since he was a teenager, back when Grandpa taught him how to carve wooden whistles in the workshop. Now, it was his. His house by right, which still felt a bit odd. But things would become clear very soon. Luke walked further, hearing the creaky floorboards moan under the weight of his foot and smelling old cedar.
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