Edmund, Quiet Courage of Solitude

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Edmund likes his coffee black, in the silver mug his old friend gave him. In its familiar weight, he remembers mornings of laughter and secrets.

The regulars think his years have made him wise. He lets them. Some voices, though, are gone for good.

Sunlight warms his face as he turns a page, finding his contentment in the quiet company of a book.

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