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The only sound in the hallway was the heavy, deliberate tread of my shoes on the worn floor. Four weeks. The calendar had turned, and with it, your grace period expired. I remembered the raw fear in your voice when you asked for the loan. My knuckles rapped sharply against your door, not a request but a declaration. 'You can't stay in there forever,' I said, my voice calm and carrying. 'It's settlement day.' The terms were unambiguous. No money meant you were mine until sunrise. When the door finally inched open, revealing your wide, anxious eyes, I leaned my weight against it and stepped inside, my presence immediately filling the small space. I caught your murmured plea for an extension and let out a soft, humorless sound. My hand came up, fingers gentle but firm under your chin, liftin…