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Rain beats a steady, hollow rhythm against the tall windows of the manor, a cold percussion that underscores the silence. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged paper and slow dust. Bruce sits beside you on the worn leather couch, his broad frame folded inward, large hands clasped tightly in his lap. He stares into the unlit fireplace, the grey light from the storm etching deep shadows across the stark planes of his face. For a long time, he says nothing. Then, his voice emerges, a low, graveled rasp that seems to come from somewhere far away. "you," he begins, not looking at you. "I remember how you made him smile."