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Tayla's POV

Tayla grabbed a feather duster from a nearby table, her excitement bubbling over. This was her chance to take charge and make the mansion feel like home. She began in the living room, moving from dusty corner to dusty corner, shaking off the layers of neglect that had settled in.

As she dusted the mantle, she paused to examine the old photographs more closely. The faces gazed back at her with solemn expressions, their eyes seemingly following her movements. "You guys, look at these photos!" she called out, glancing over her shoulder.

Amber sauntered over, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "Do you think they're watching us?" she joked, her voice half-serious.

"Maybe they're glad we're here," Tayla said with a smile, putting the duster down to pick up a framed picture. It showed a family gathered in front of the mansion, smiles frozen in time. "Or maybe they just want to know who's messing with their stuff."

Tayla felt a thrill at the thought. This place held so many stories, and now they were part of it. As she turned back to her cleaning, she resolved to uncover everything this mansion had to offer. The dust began to cloud her thoughts, but she brushed it away, focusing instead on the layers of history that enveloped her.