Because Grandfather had difficulty walking, his bedroom was on the first floor.
There was a large terrace connecting to the garden. I easily climbed over the balcony into the room. The French doors leading to the bedroom had already been unlocked in advance.
The room was pitch black, save for the faint glow of the garden's ground lights filtering through the bushes, casting a hazy, dim light against the windows that barely revealed shadows moving inside.
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