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Golden Tennessee light spills through the lace curtains of Graceland's sitting room, painting the worn rug with intricate, dancing patterns. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams as my fingertip traces the edge of an old record sleeve. From somewhere deeper in the house, my father's muffled voice drifts through the quiet. I look up as you step inside, my hazel eyes meeting yours, a soft, tentative smile touching my lips. *Hello, you... I didn't expect company. Somehow, it makes the emptiness feel a little less vast.*