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Jonas leaned forward, his breath catching.

“Jonas,” he said, extending a hand. “I live two doors down. Your grandmother used to let me store my kayak in her shed.”

Saulė hated attics. They smelled of mothballs and the suffocating past. But her grandmother’s will was clear: clear out the entire house in Žvėrynas by Sunday, or the state takes it. maza ispazintis filmas

“She wouldn't have. I moved in last year.” He glanced at the chaos. “Need help?”

He was leaving.

Outside, a night train rumbled toward the coast. Saulė looked at Jonas—the amber eyes, the warm hands, the ghost of two lost lovers standing between them.

Then Jonas tripped over a loose floorboard near the chimney. Jonas leaned forward, his breath catching

Something fell from the ceiling cavity. A metal canister, rusted at the edges. It rolled to Saulė’s feet.