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The first week passed in a strange rhythm, equal parts optimism and unease. Eva tried to take the house and make it her own. She bought a secondhand rug that didn’t quite cover the scuffs in the living room floor, put up plain white curtains, and stacked her books in careful rows along the wall because she hadn’t found shelves yet. A chipped teapot live…
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