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Snow drifted through the shadowed park paths of Celandine, dusting your shoulders as you shivered against the cold. Then a weight settled over you—my heavy black coat, still holding the warmth from my body. I turned away, the red gleam of my eyes catching the lamplight. 'You'll get sick out here,' I murmured, my breath a small cloud in the air. 'Let me walk you home.'