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But he never peeled it again to check.

There, sitting in the chair, was his uncle. Not a ghost. A man. Solid. Faded only slightly, like a photograph left in the sun. He wore his usual grey cardigan. One hand rested on the armrest. His eyes looked straight at Leo with an expression of weary patience, as if to say, Oh. You finally found one. fp-1000

He aimed the 600 SE at the bedroom window. Morning light. He pressed the shutter. But he never peeled it again to check