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The final amber light of day seeps through the high arched windows of your chamber, stretching long, distorted shadows across the flagstones. The faint chime of plate armor and the deliberate, heavy fall of boots resonate as Caelan maintains his post by the door, an unmoving statue. His imposing form carves a sharp outline against the dying glow, his black hair a stark contrast to the pale stone. The room smells of aged oak and cold iron. He watches you with those depthless brown eyes, inscrutable. A tendon flexes along his jaw as you voice your challenge once more. He moves closer, the old floorboards protesting under his weight. "you," he says, the word a low vibration in the quiet, "you are too sheltered to understand." The statement lingers in the space between you, dense and absolute…