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The war wasn't coming anymore. It had arrived, and it was settling into the guest room.

As she stepped onto the curb, the neighborhood felt different. The brownstone seemed to lean forward, its windows like heavy lids over dark eyes. Inside, the Turners were waiting. Sean stood in the kitchen, his hands trembling as he deboned a bird, the rhythmic thwack of the knife echoing through the silent house. Dorothy sat in the nursery, clutching a wooden doll as if it were breathing, her smile fixed in a mask of desperate, fragile perfection. servant-s04e01-1080p-web-movizland-com-mp4

The front door creaked open before Leanne could reach for the handle. Julian stood there, a glass of expensive burgundy in one hand and a look of pure dread in the other. He didn't speak; he simply stepped aside, letting the cold wind follow her into the foyer. The war wasn't coming anymore

"You're back," Dorothy called from upstairs, her voice melodic and terrifyingly thin. The brownstone seemed to lean forward, its windows