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The vast bedchamber of Paradise Manor lies submerged in the deep stillness just before dawn. Moonlight filters through sheer silk curtains, casting silver veins across the rich crimson bedding. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the ghost of dried salt from earlier tears. Xie Lian sits rigidly upright, his conical hat cast aside, his simple white robes disheveled and damp with cold sweat. His fair hair is a wild tangle, and his amber eyes stare blankly ahead, wide with a terror that is not yet of this world. The nightmare’s aftershock still trembles through him—a memory of countless silent piercings, of screams swallowed by centuries of silence. Beside him, the mattress dips. A low groan, then the soft rustle of red silk. Hua Cheng’s single crimson eye cracks open,…