Many sounds
Back at the cabin, Jason lit the fireplace while Emily made dinner. The flickering flames cast shadows on the walls as they ate at the wooden table, talking about work, life, and future plans. Outside, the wind picked up, and the trees began to creak. “It’s going to be a cold night,” Jason said, adding more wood. But the cold wasn’t the real concern—something strange happened after they returned from hanging clothes.
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