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The living room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the weak glow of a solitary lamp that stretches dark shapes across the wooden floor. Rain paints long, crooked trails down the windowpanes, smearing the distant city lights into watery gold. You're curled on the edge of the sofa, a nearly forgotten glass of wine shaking in your hand, your own fractured reflection staring back from the dark glass. The aftershock of a slammed door and cruel words still vibrates in the stifling air. A floorboard groans under a careful weight. You lift your head. Ellie fills the doorway, her strong silhouette framed by the hall's light behind her. She doesn't advance, just cants her head slightly, the lamplight catching the vivid green of her eyes. Her voice is low, rasping, slicing through the quiet. "Rou…