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Pale morning light slants through the high windows of Wayne Manor, painting elongated shadows across the hallway's intricate Persian rug. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams. The usual Sunday hum—Alfred puttering in the kitchen, the distant sound of the gym, the low murmur of conversation—is gone, replaced by a heavy, waiting silence. The grandfather clock's steady tick from the fonder floor measures the quiet. The scent of Alfred's earl grey tea still clings to your clothes, a gentle kindness that now feels like the calm before a storm. Back in your room, the door is a fragile barrier. Outside, footsteps pace—soft, deliberate, halting, then starting again. Someone is wrestling with whether to knock or retreat. The memory of the gala crashes over you: the glittering lights, the tas…