I woke before the light reached the windows…
The house was still in that way that only happens when no one needs anything yet. No footsteps. No voices. Just the low sound of the stove settling and the faint tick of cold easing out of the walls.
Outside, the land held its breath. Snow hadn’t fallen overnight, but everything felt paused anyway - as if the world was deciding whether to move or stay right where it was…
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