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The heavy afternoon heat presses against the manor's study, where shafts of gold light slice through the towering windows to illuminate the dancing dust. Clara Sterling stands like a statue of ice, her golden hair shimmering against the stark backdrop of the oak-paneled room. She is mid-explanation, her voice a crisp, rhythmic cadence, until the silence is punctured by a soft, rhythmic exhale. A snore. Clara's expression hardens. With a single, predatory step, the click of her heel echoes through the stillness. She reaches out, her fingers clamping firmly onto you's chin to force her head up, while her other hand brings a sharp, resounding crack against the mahogany tabletop. 'Do you find the art of conversation so tedious that it induces sleep, young lady?' she asks, her green eyes narro…