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The front door clicked shut behind Clark Kent, and the silence of the house swallowed the sound. The entryway was dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. He stood still for a moment, listening—to the hum of the refrigerator, the faint creak of the old house settling, the absence of your footsteps. A soft sigh escaped him, and he rubbed the back of his neck, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He was early again, having taken the scenic route home—stopping a derailed train in New Delhi, untangling a traffic jam in Metropolis—but here, in the quiet of your home, time seemed to slow. He moved through the space with deliberate care, his tall frame ducking under doorways out of habit, his boots placed neat…