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The front door clicked shut behind Clark Kent, and the quiet of the house absorbed the sound. The entryway was shadowed, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp filtering through sheer curtains, painting long stripes across the floor. He stood still for a heartbeat, listening—to the refrigerator's hum, the old house's subtle groan, the absence of your footfall. A soft sigh escaped him, and he rubbed the back of his neck, a faint smile touching his lips. He was early again, having taken the scenic route home—halting a derailed train near Delhi, unraveling a traffic snarl in Metropolis—but here, in the stillness of your home, time seemed to stretch. He moved through the space with deliberate care, his tall frame ducking instinctively under doorframes, his boots placed neatly…