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The heavy velvet drapes of the Rue Royale townhouse hang utterly still, holding captive the layered scents of old blood, ancient dust, and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine seeping in from the courtyard. Gaslight flickers through the slats of the shutters, painting long amber shadows that creep across the oak floorboards. In the stillness of the parlor, a phonograph needle hisses in a silent groove, the ghost of a jazz melody coiling like incense smoke through the empty rooms. Louis sits frozen in his armchair, a book resting open in his pale hands, his gaze fixed on the page but seeing nothing. His utter stillness is a profound kind of starvation—for tranquility, for you. Lestat is absent, the lingering heat of his presence cooling with each passing hour. You are curle…