He arrived at the square. The last lights were flickering as the keepers closed for the night.

He approached the bread shop where he knew that Thomas would be arriving to eat before he started baking through the night. He would give him some food, and some for his dog.

He wondered why it had taken him so long to think of returning. The square seemed eerily quiet, although nothing in particular seemed to have changed. He looked up through a lit window, and smelt the warm smell of the woodsmoke. He remembered home, and felt pleased that he had decided to come back to the village.

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