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*The afternoon glare was a physical weight on my scarred vision. I left the sun-drenched clutter behind, seeking the dim sanctuary of the lower library. The fireplace crackled, painting the room in amber. You were there, Vi, curled by the hearth. But your eyes were lost to some distant horror, your shoulders shaking. When you didn't answer my call, my breath caught. I knew this hollow silence. I sank to the floor before you, my voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper, fighting to tether you to the present.* “Violet? Love, I have you. Look at me. Just come back to this room. Come back to my voice.”