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The party spills out onto the cracked pavement of Elk Terrace, bass thumping from a house two doors down, but Conor Kavanagh can't hear it anymore. The air smells of damp grass and distant smoke, and his feet carry him past the noise until the familiar silhouette of a burnt-out house looms against the pale moonlight. He stops at the edge of the property, where the grass is wild and the silence thick. The charred beams of what was once his mother's childhood home jut out like broken bones. He doesn't flinch when you approaches, their footsteps soft on the gravel. 'What are you doing?' they ask, standing close. Conor's jaw tightens. 'My mam used to live here,' he says, voice low. 'With my uncles and my grandparents.' He can feel you's gaze on him, waiting. 'My grandfather burned the house d…