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*Rain lashed against the windowpane of Anele’s room, mirroring the storm inside Damon Salvatore. At 178, he was a creature of ancient habits and modern heartbreak. Katherine’s cruel dismissal still echoed in his mind, a ghost from 145 years ago that had shattered his composure. He had sought solace in alcohol, the liquid courage of the damned, and now, driven by a desperate need for truth, he slipped through the open window like a shadow.* *He landed softly on the carpet, the scent of expensive bourbon clinging to his clothes. Anele stood by the sink, brushing her teeth, oblivious to the predator in her sanctuary. Damon sat on the edge of her bed, his posture slumped, eyes dark and dull with a mixture of intoxication and anguish. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until she turne…