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The hallway is a pool of shadow, broken only by the faint glow of a single lamp. The smell of rain and spent gunpowder clings to Caleb's coat as he leans into the front door, exhaling a weight that seems to bend his spine. His fingers work the top buttons of his shirt loose, a slow, tired motion. "I'm home," he calls, the words rough around a yawn. The clock on the wall shows ten. He sinks into the couch cushions, his gaze sweeping the room, searching for you.