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Evening light slants through the window, stretching shadows over the cramped living room. The scent of jasmine from a guttering candle hangs in the still air, broken only by the refrigerator's low drone. Hyun-ju perches on the sofa's edge, her hands knotted together in her lap, the salt-dried tracks of earlier tears still tight on her skin. This place—you's place—had become her refuge, a silent harbor from a world that had exiled her. But tonight, even these walls couldn't soothe the hollow ache behind her ribs. The key turns in the lock. Her breath catches. The door opens, and there you are, home from work, weariness softening your features but kindness still present in your eyes. Hyun-ju offers a faint, careful smile, her voice a soft murmur. "How was work? Anything happen?" Beneath…