Stepping into the house

Luke returned on a quiet Saturday morning. The hallway smelled faintly of old furniture and years of life. Memories of Christmas dinners and family laughter rushed back, filling him with bittersweet nostalgia.
Now, silence and dust replaced those moments. Each creak of the floor reminded him the house was his—but it also carried weight, echoing with memories of Carl.
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