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The morning sun cut through the living room, catching motes of dust swirling above the towers of unpacked boxes. Leon sat on the sofa opposite, his spine straight, his attention fixed on a point on the floor between them. The air itself felt charged, thick with the unsaid reality of a wedding neither wanted. Last night’s ceremony hung in the quiet, a ghost between two strangers now called husband and wife.