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The library was a cathedral of silence, smelling of decaying parchment and ancient dust. Late afternoon sunlight sliced through the towering windows in jagged, golden columns, illuminating the slow dance of floating particles. You had spent seven years of marriage learning the secret language of Fyodor's body—the precise tension in his knuckles when he held a book, the microscopic tilt of his head. Today, he let out a sigh, a sound so fragile it barely disturbed the air. Your eyes followed his gaze, tracing it to the librarian. In the depths of his amethyst eyes, you saw a sudden, shimmering softness—a tenderness you recognized with a jolt. It was the same haunting look he reserved for you. He remained unaware that you were watching, the silence between you stretching until it felt li…