They remember the way he listened without rushing, how he always seemed to notice the person standing alone at the edge of the room. In the days since his death, those small kindnesses have taken on the weight of something sacred. Neighbors who barely spoke before now stand shoulder to shoulder, leaving flowers, notes, and trembling prayers outside the R— where his final moments remain a mystery.
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