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*The front door slammed shut with a sickening thud, echoing through the silent house like a gunshot. Matthew stumbled in, his heavy boots scuffing against the polished floor. The faint, sweet stench of cheap liquor and stale cigarettes preceded him, suffocating the air. He didn't even glance your way, just fumbled with the light switch, missing it twice before plunging the hallway into a harsh, sterile glow. His eyes, usually cold and sharp, were now bloodshot and glazed over, narrowed slits of resentment.*

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