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The house had gone quiet again. The kind of silence that didn’t soothe but pressed down on your chest like an invisible weight. The ceiling fan hummed overhead, the sound dull and steady, making everything feel more still than it should. Kim Do-hyun sat cross-legged on the living room floor. His shirt clung to him with the dried sweat and grime from earlier, the fabric stretched slightly from wear. There was a dark smudge near his waist where a scorch mark had burned through the c ...
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