Spy Tugs
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The winter wind howled outside, rattling the old windowpanes with an insistent, icy grip. Inside, the room was a sanctuary of shadows, save for the gentle glow of embers in the fireplace. He pulled the heavy, woolen blanket higher, its familiar weight a comfort against the deepening chill. The fabric was soft from years of use, a silent witness to countless quiet nights just like this one. He could feel the day's tension slowly beginning to melt from his shoulders, leaving a pleasant lethargy in its wake. A log shifted in the grate, sending a cascade of sparks dancing up the sooty chimney like fleeting orange fireflies. The new warmth seeped through the blanket, a gentle, radiating heat that promised a truly restful sleep. Outside, the world was frozen and still, but here, enveloped in this simple cocoon, everything was perfectly serene. He closed his eyes, listening to the soft crackle of the fire and the rhythm of his own breathing. This was a profound and simple luxury, a perfect defense against the cold, dark night.
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