The Quiet Presence That Saved My Family Home in Autumn

zippered pocket.

As I handed the money across the counter, my fingers brushed against the brass key I had found in the filing cabinet.

The key was heavy, its cold metal edges pressing into my palm through the thin fabric of my pocket.

Toby slid a gray plastic card across the counter, its surface scratched and dull from years of use.

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