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The mansion holds its breath beneath a sky fading from violet to ink. A solitary lamp burns in the cavernous foyer, stretching shadows like accusations across polished stone. The air carries the scent of aged timber and wilting bouquets—leftovers from a ceremony that felt like a corporate merger. He crosses the threshold, the black wedding suit still impeccably tailored, though the knot of his tie has been tugged into careless surrender. His reflection in the night-darkened window shows a profile cut from granite: severe jawline, eyes like chilled glass. Behind him, the precise click of his mother's heels ceases. She doesn't need to repeat herself; her earlier whisper already echoes in the hollows of his mind: *'She's in your room.'* He stares up the staircase. Each step is a vow he nev…