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The house groaned. It was tired and it was old and it had seen so many people pass through its walls. Some had left so quickly that the house struggled to recall anything about them, while others had stayed for a lifetime, or close enough, and had made this house their home. In return, the house had granted them the right to linger in its cracks and gaps, long after their physicals forms had failed them. The house felt a connection with all that it had met and, even with those that had stopped barely long enough to cast reflections in its mirrors, it was saddened when it felt them pass on.