Caleb Mercer walked into The Shepherds Cafe wearing the kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from long hours—only from long sorrow. His coffee was black, his hands shook, and the wedding band on his finger looked heavier than it should.
In the bustling heart of the city, the Contoso Café buzzed with the familiar symphony of clinking cups and lively chatter. At their usual corner table, draped with the morning light filtering through vintage stained glass, sat Elijah, Jeremiah, and Barbara—three friends with a penchant for hearty debates over steaming cups of joe. Elijah, always …
Elijah, whose eyebrow arched with a hint of mischief, stirred his coffee and chuckled. “You know, in politics, it’s like being at a buffet with only pickles and onions left. You’re just trying to pick the one that’ll make you cringe the least!” In the bustling heart of Contoso Café, where the aroma of espresso …
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In the warmly lit corner of Contoso Café, where the aromas of freshly brewed coffee and pastries lingered in the air, Elijah, Jeremiah, and Barbara gathered for their weekly discussion. Today, the table wasn’t just a place for casual conversation; it bore the weight of a tragic story that had recently unfolded—the death of a …
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