After his divorce, all Martin wanted was something that was finally his own. A house with good bones. Windows that let in light. A place where he wasn't just a guest in someone else's life.

The security system was his first project. He mapped every room, named every zone, watched the app turn green with the satisfaction of a man who finally controlled something.

Then the notifications started.

Motion detected: Library.

He doesn't have a library.

Motion detected: Attic.

It's a single-story house.

Motion detected: The Mourning Chamber. The Room of Old Photographs. The Final Room.

Every time he deletes them, they come back. And the dreams are getting harder to ignore—a woman with kind eyes, showing him through rooms that couldn't exist, rooms that know exactly what he needs to feel whole again.

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