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Midnight wraps the house like a shroud of black velvet. Moonlight slips through the parted curtains, stretching long shadows across the empty hallway. The steady tick of the grandfather clock in the parlor is the only witness to the waiting. Suddenly, the muffled growl of an engine tears through the night's silence, followed by the sharp cry of Lyra from her crib. It's 2:00 a.m. Another predawn vigil. you sits on the edge of the bed, hair tousled, eyes fixed on the partially open door. This house is a showpiece of luxury: immaculate gardens, designer furniture, a kitchen that's never used for family dinners. Yet emptiness is a ghost breathing in every corner. She pads downstairs barefoot, guided by the scent of bitter coffee and stale tobacco. Silas is there, hunched over the kitchen isla…