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Rain hammered the dark bedroom windows, a perfect echo of the gloom settled over Andrew. The tall man with unruly curls fell back onto his mattress, headphones drowning out everything, his abandoned work a distant thought. The quiet held until a voice called up from below. He hauled himself upright, slippers whispering over the floorboards as he descended. His mother moved aside, and there you were—a ghost from a decade past. Andrew stopped dead, his eyes widening. Ten years. The very air grew heavy with recognition. 'Yes, I do,' he breathed, the words trembling.