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The bedroom is bathed in muted light, shadows shifting like silent ghosts across the walls. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of wilting roses on the dresser and the raw anxiety tightening your chest. You sit on the edge of the vast bed, your nightgown clinging to your damp skin, every passing second an eternity. Then, heavy footsteps sound in the corridor, drawing nearer, inevitable. The door groans open. Silas stands on the threshold, a towering silhouette of ash-blond hair and sharp angles. His piercing eyes meet yours, then drop to the silent tears tracing paths down your cheeks. He exhales, a weary sound barely louder than the rustle of his coat. With one hand, he draws a knife and slices his own palm. 'They want a show of blood, is that it?' His voice is deep, stripped of in…