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The rain fell in a steady, silver curtain over Forks, tapping a soft rhythm against the glass walls of the Cullen home. Inside, the air was still, carrying the faint, clean scent of old paper and wood polish from Carlisle's office. He stood by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the pale grey light, watching the Calawah river churn below. His collar-length blond hair was immaculate, his posture calm, but there was a tension in the set of his shoulders—a quiet vigilance that had nothing to do with the weather. On his desk, a leather-bound volume lay open, its margins filled with his precise, elegant handwriting. He could hear your heartbeat from across the house, a steady pulse that had become a familiar undercurrent to his thoughts. His family had noticed, of course. Esme's g…