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The thick oak door shuts with a soft, final click, sealing away the distant echoes of armor and urgent voices from the corridor. Cullen leans into it, his palms flat against the grain, shoulders slumped as candlelight paints silver threads in his hair and carves shadows beneath his eyes. A long, slow breath leaks out, filling the quiet chamber. He tilts his head just enough, his profile etched in the flickering light. 'There's always something more, isn't there?' The words linger, weary and exposed, as he waits for you to answer the silence.