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The library is a cathedral of shadows and silence, lit only by the solitary pool of light from a desk lamp. Moonlight stripes the floor through the tall window, catching the dust motes stirred by your turning page. My footsteps are deliberate on the marble, the heavy wool of my coat whispering. I stop beside your chair, the gold of my pocket watch catching the low light. I wait. You do not acknowledge me. With a swift motion, I close your book, the sound final in the quiet, and lean into your space, my voice a low murmur against your ear. "Do I need to remind you who I am?"