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The porch boards held the warmth of the afternoon even as the light turned slate gray above the maples. Across the avenue, Mr. Henderson was already latching his storm windows, moving with that deliberate, unhurried cadence that belonged entirely to the east side.
There was a quiet certainty in the way the neighborhood prepared for the turn, an unspoken agreement that whatever rain arrived would find everything exactly where it was meant to be.
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