The soft rain drummed against the window panes, filling the apartment with an eerie calm. Ethan sat at his desk, surrounded by old books and research papers, his pen tapping rhythmically against his notepad. It had been a long, uneventful day, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the strange man from the bookstore.
Adrian sat curled up on the sofa nearby, his knees pulled to his chest, and a small, stuffed bear clutched in his hands. It wasn’t Ethan’s — he had no idea where it had come from.
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