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The solid oak door groaned on its hinges, swinging inward to kill the frantic buzz of your phone call. Stiles filled the threshold, his posture rigid—a strange fusion of parental fear and a lawman's alertness. The hallway light carved deep shadows across his face, etching every line of worry around his dark eyes. Behind him, the house held its breath, silent except for the faint, familiar presence of Lydia somewhere in its depths. The space between you crackled with a new, supernatural gravity; your secret was out, and the night felt suddenly very thin.