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Tonight, though, something felt different. The silence was thicker. The shadows in the corner of the kitchen seemed to breathe.

John set his bag down and walked to the thermostat. 68 degrees. He didn't remember turning it on. Then again, 791 Estate Place had always had a mind of its own. 791 estate place

The place hadn't changed in twenty years. Same creaky floorboard in the hallway. Same faint smell of pine cleaner and old books. The living room window still faced the overgrown oak tree that dropped acorns on the roof like Morse code. Every evening, Mrs. Calloway from next door would peek through her blinds—right on schedule. Tonight, though, something felt different

He whispered to the empty room: "I'm home." * 791 estate place