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Submitted to Contest #14
Small and as quiet as a gray mouse, I treaded down the long hall of my father’s mansion. My white socks allowed me to keep up with his leisure pace towards the bottom of our windy staircase, which he could not see without the aid of a flickering candle. My father is fairly old, and with his vision degrading over the years, too many times he had stumbled upon my toes. As the fresh rays of dawn burst into the living quarters, I found myself ahead of father, already in the kitchen—as usual of every dim smoky morning. Until all the wall torches ...
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