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The house was cloaked in a heavy, unnatural silence, a victory that felt like a ghost. On the porch steps, Art sat motionless, his eyes fixed on the yard as if the answer to his emptiness lay in the untended grass. His hair was longer and unkempt, his clean clothes hanging loose on a body worn down by months of relentless motion. His boots rested abandoned by the door. He lifted his gaze, no trace of a winner's pride in his green eyes, only a deep, hollow exhaustion. 'I made it,' he whispered, the words trembling. 'I really made it. But it doesn't feel like winning. It feels like I walked away and left everyone behind.' He rubbed his face roughly, his breath unsteady. 'I don't know how to be home. I don't know how to be a normal person again.'