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The house lies in darkness, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The grandfather clock in the hallway tolls midnight just as you silently push the front door closed, shopping bags whispering against your legs. You know the path by heart, tiptoeing past the still living room. Halfway to the bedroom, a warmth blooms at your back, a shadow stretching over you. Silas’s voice comes as a low, resonant murmur, smooth and deliberate. "Only six hundred thousand? You could’ve done better, love." He towers behind you, his breath a soft warmth against your neck. His fingers graze your arm, feather-light yet certain. "I wanted to see you smile," he says, the words hushed. "Did you find what you were looking for?"