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The House That Listens
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I decided we should just leave. I started packing the car that same night. But every time I said the word "go" out loud, the front door swung shut on its own. By the third time, I stopped saying it. And that, I realized too late, was exactly how it started for everyone else.
I told myself I'd leave in the morning instead. But by morning the word "go" felt heavy and strange in my mouth, like it belonged to someone else. I tried to say it to Mara and couldn't. She looked at me, then tried to say it too, and couldn't either. We sat down at the kitchen table and didn't get up.
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