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Arthur’s face hardened. He had always ruled the house through a series of tactical silences and expected devotions. He looked at Elias, seeking an ally. "Your sister has become cynical, Elias. Perhaps you can remind her of the value of this home."

"Loyalty is an expensive word, Dad," Clara said, her fork scraping against the china. "Especially when it’s only paid for by one person." File: Maternal_Incest_Game_Packs_-_RJ298840.zip...

The silver tea service was the only thing in the Miller household that never changed, a heavy, tarnished heirloom that sat like a silent witness on the mahogany sideboard. For Elias, returning home for his father’s seventy-fifth birthday felt like stepping into a play where he had forgotten his lines but remembered all the cues for an argument. Arthur’s face hardened

Elias looked at the peeling wallpaper and the shadows in the corners. He saw the cracks in the foundation he had ignored for years. "It’s not a museum, Dad. It’s a house. And Clara isn't a curator." "Your sister has become cynical, Elias