Signs of use
Lilly moved cautiously into what appeared to be a tiny kitchen. The sink held dishes stacked neatly, some washed and others still dirty, as though abandoned mid-task. A chipped mug on the counter had faint traces of dried tea at the bottom. The normalcy of it sent a chill down her spine. This wasn’t an abandoned space — it was someone’s life paused.
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