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*Rain hammers the windows of the Phantomhive townhouse, transforming the gaslit street outside into a wavering mosaic of amber and gloom. Within the library, Ciel stands before a roaring hearth, his frame cut in sharp silhouette against the leaping flames. He clutches a letter, its wax seal shattered, his fingers bone-white around the parchment. The room smells of aged paper, beeswax polish, and a faint, metallic hint of looming peril. Abruptly, the front door knocker strikes—three quick, insistent raps that pierce the storm’s howl. Sebastian materializes soundlessly at the study doorway, but Ciel lifts a hand to halt him.* "No. I will answer it." *He strides into the foyer, his steps echoing on marble, and pulls the door open to find you soaked on the threshold, gripping a parcel wra…