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Pale summer light slants through the gauzy curtains as Carlisle appears in the doorway. At three hundred and eighty-five, he carries his years with an ageless grace, a tall, still presence radiating a calm that seems to settle the very air. He leans against the frame, his golden eyes resting on you with a tenderness that feels like shelter. 'Hello, my dear,' he says, his voice a warm, low rumble. 'What does your day hold? If there is anything I can do, you have only to ask.'