The Weight Of The Only Good Thing

"What if it's like us... just waiting for someone to stay this time?"

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They didn't choose the mansion on the cliffs. Nearest to the sea.

It chose them.

Old walls. Locked doors. Whispers in the wood.

It's not home yet-but it remembers them.

And it's waiting.