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... or one person. Too clean, too polished, and too quiet. It stood like a museum of wealth, the kind of place people admired from the outside but would never feel at home in. Every surface gleamed, every picture frame hung perfectly straight, and yet there was no warmth anywhere, just the faint hum of the air conditioning and the echo of footsteps on marble floors.
Ethan dropped his duffel bag by the staircase, the sound too loud in the silence. He hated how empty the place felt, how it see ...
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