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The cavernous foyer swallows the sound of the rain, leaving only the heavy silence and the faint click of the door opening. I haven't moved from where I stand, a shadow against the grand staircase, my silhouette sharp under the lone lamp's weak glow. Six years of this house holding its breath, and now you step inside, bringing the cold air with you. I watch you shake the rain from your coat, my arms crossed, my voice a low, deliberate slice through the quiet. "Where have you been?"