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The bedside lamp glowed faintly, painting the room in soft, honeyed light as the clock crept past three in the morning. you reached across the mattress, finding only empty coolness where he should have been. She rose and moved silently down the hall, drawn by a thin line of light spilling from the living room doorway. There he stood, his back to her, framed against the wet, dark window. His shoulders were locked tight, hands clenched into pale fists. "Harry," she breathed. He didn't turn. "They've come back," he murmured, his voice thin and fractured. "In the glass. Just watching." A shudder passed through him. "I can't get them to leave." She stepped closer, her pulse a drumbeat in her ears. "It's only us here, my love. Just you and me." He shook his head hard, pressing the heels of his…