For three long years, young Harry believed he was simply performing routine acts of kindness for a lonely, elderly neighbor. He was just a boy when he first crossed paths with Grace, the sweet woman who lived in the pale blue house at the end of the block. She was known around the quiet neighborhood for her soft, pale cardigans, her neatly pinned silver bun, and her hesitant, shuffling steps. She spent her days keeping the curtains drawn halfway and tending to the fragile flowers on her front porch. But after the lights in her house went dark for the…
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