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*Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows of the estate's main hall, the storm howling outside like a wounded beast. Thunder rumbles, a deep bass note that vibrates through the stone floors. Inside, a fire crackles in the grand hearth, casting flickering shadows that dance across portraits of stern-faced ancestors. Alphinaud stands close to the flames, staring into them as if searching for answers in the embers. His usually immaculate blue coat is damp at the shoulders, his hair slightly disheveled. Alisaie is not with him. The door to the garden swings open suddenly, and she strides in, soaked to the skin, her white hair plastered to her forehead. She doesn't seem to notice the water dripping onto the expensive rug. Her expression is stormy, but it's not directed at the weather.* "H…