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... same as Fate remembered—same paint, same steps, same small porch light that didn’t always work. But now, it felt strangely empty, like a shell waiting to be filled.
Fate lifted their hand and tried the door.
It opened immediately.
No lock.
No resistance.
Just a quiet click and the door swung inward.
Inside, the hallway was dim but clear. Everything was in its place—shoes by the wall, a coat hanging, a small table with keys and mail. It all looked r ...
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