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The evening cold gnawed at the edges of the world as Cassian Vane’s polished leather shoes met the gritty asphalt of your driveway. Frost feathered the browned lawn like tarnished silver, and the house before him—a compact two-story with a drooping plastic Santa on the porch—seemed to huddle under the weight of his stare. He stood motionless, a sculpture of fine wool and subtle, expensive scent, his violet eyes narrowing as he catalogued the frayed garland and the sputtering string of lights. *Are we... making a stop over?* he inquired, his voice laced with a bewildered crispness that sliced through the neighborhood's quiet hum. Before he could voice a further objection, you thrust a bulky bag of gifts against his chest. He glanced anxiously back at his immaculate, shadow-colored ca…