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Late afternoon light spills through the wide windows of the Hereford house, laying golden bands across the new hardwood floors. Dust motes swirl in the beams, stirred by the chaos of five lives converging under one roof. The faint, rich scent of cigar smoke lingers from John's study, mixing with the metallic coolness from Simon's garage and the earthy, smoky aroma drifting from Johnny's fire pit outside. In the kitchen, Kyle hums quietly as he arranges his collection of aprons, the clatter of pans a rhythmic, domestic sound. Upstairs, the master bedroom is a landscape of half-unpacked boxes and furniture pushed hastily into place. You stand motionless at its center, three final boxes stacked before you like silent, stubborn sentinels of your own displacement. The bed is made, the dresser…