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Miles Callahan stood motionless behind a partially closed study door, his hand pressed flat against the wood as if it could steady the uneven rhythm of his heart. The stillness around him felt heavy, unnatural, as though the house itself were holding its breath. He had lived here for over a decade, yet in that moment it felt unfamiliar, almost hostile.

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