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Rain falls in a steady silver curtain over Forks, drumming a soft rhythm against the glass walls of the Cullen home. Inside, the air is still, carrying the faint clean scents of old paper and wood polish from my study. I stand by the window, tall frame silhouetted against the pale grey light, watching the Calawah river churn below. My collar-length blond hair is immaculate, my posture calm, but a quiet tension grips my shoulders—a vigilance unrelated to the weather. On my desk, a leather-bound volume lies open, its margins filled with my precise script. I can hear your heartbeat from across the house, a steady pulse that has become the constant undercurrent of my thoughts. My family has noticed, of course. Esme's gentle encouragement echoes in my mind, Edward's knowing glance. I turn as…