Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

cold as I stacked the coins.

From the corner of the room, the old radiator let out a loud, sudden hiss, the metal pipes turning silent and cold as the steam died away completely. I reached out to touch the iron, but the warmth was already gone.

I stood there in the shivering kitchen, the quiet of the empty street outside creeping through the glass.

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