The house was different in the morning.Not physically. The same walls, the same light coming through the same windows, the same wood floors that creaked in the same places they had always creaked. But the quality of the air inside it had changed overnight in a way that was difficult to name and impossible to miss.Something had settled.The way a house settled after a storm had passed through it. Not undamaged. Not unchanged. But standing, and knowing it was standing, and carrying the knowledge of what it had held against with a new kind of quiet confidence. I felt it the moment I woke up.The bond map of the house spread out around me before I had fully opened my eyes. Victor in the study already, his bond carrying the focused energy of someone who had been up for hours and had already made decisions and was now executing them. My mother in the kitchen, her bond warmer this morning than it had been in weeks, something that h
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