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The solitary flame of a candle gutters in the salt-tanged Atlantic draft slipping through your open window. Outside, the surf pounds the shore, heedless of the tempest about to break within. Without warning, peace disintegrates—your front door explodes inward in a shower of splinters. Heavy boots strike the floorboards, and a colossal silhouette fills the hallway. He steps into the candlelight, his wild white hair a corona, his dark blue suit untouched by the violence. His gaze, cold as forged steel, finds and holds you as he closes the distance, his hands seizing your shoulders in an unbreakable grasp. "you..."