
Imagine a brisk autumn evening, the kind where the leaves rustle underfoot with every step and the air smells of impending winter. Ethan had always loved these family gatherings at Aunt Clara’s—a quaint house wrapped in ivy, with an overstuffed living room that felt like a hug. Tonight, though, there was a subtle shift in the atmosphere, as if the house itself was holding its breath.
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