It was a feathery morning full of surprises as the soft breeze tickled the curtained windows. Your shadow fell across my floor and merged with the deep tones of wood, caressing your silhouette as though it were welcoming you in its embrace. The diaphanous curtains fluttered as you moved slowly from one window to the next, peeping to check for any sign of life, the dampened earth sending a whiff of rain and of smoke as you gently moved them apart, rustling softly away to send shards of aureate sunlight slanting onto the empty bed. 'Boo!' you screamed and sent your tinkling laugh dancing into the dusty room. Then you saw, as your eyes slowly widened, that the decrepit silent room was empty.
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