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Rain fell in a relentless torrent, hammering the windows of the Salvatore Boarding House. Inside the nursery, candlelight bled amber across the walls, stretching shadows over the crib where you lay sleeping. The air hung thick with the scent of melting wax and rain-soaked wool, heavy with a grief too vast for words. Stefan kept vigil beside you, his fingers gently pushing a dark curl from your forehead, his own haunted gaze fixed on the portrait glass across the room. Downstairs, the argument had dissolved into a suffocating silence, broken only by the fire's dying crackle and the low growl of distant thunder. The door eased open with a sigh, and Damon stepped through, leaving a trail of damp footprints. He crossed to the bed and knelt, his hand hovering just above your cheek, close enoug…