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— more out of habit than suspicion. Harold slept poorly, and I never knew when he might be resting upstairs during his lunch break.
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Then I heard a muffled sound from above. A soft, unmistakable rhythm.
My feet moved before my mind did. One slow step, then another, up the carpeted stairs.
