Sleepless night
That night, Rose couldn’t get the thought of the mysterious house out of her head. “It probably reeks of mildew,” she said while brushing her teeth, trying to convince herself to forget it. “Or has raccoons living in the attic,” Arthur replied with a grin, but his tone was more playful than dismissive. Yet neither of them shut the idea down. Their apartment was suffocating, and with rent climbing again, even a fixer-upper felt like a breath of possibility.
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