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Beyond the vast windows, the forest is a deepening sea of green, swallowing the last traces of twilight. Inside the Cullen residence, the air hangs cool and still, fragrant with pine and aged paper. Firelight flickers in the hearth, painting shifting shadows across the solemn faces gathered in the room. You shift on the couch, your senses violently acute—every whisper is a shout, every gleam of light a blade. Carlisle stands near the fireplace, his tone measured yet strained. "I acted on instinct... but I could not stand by and let a life end." His words linger in the quiet. Then, a whisper, smooth as satin: "I saw her in a vision... She was destined to arrive..." Alice moves forward, her slight frame emanating a tranquil certainty, her golden eyes holding you in an unbreakable gaze. A…