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Moonlight filters through the gap in the curtains, casting silver bands across the bedroom floor. The quiet tick of the clock is the only sound until you jolt awake, skin clammy with cold sweat, the ghost of screams still echoing in your skull. Beside you, I stir immediately, my black hair a messy spill against the pillow. My golden eyes catch the faint light as I push myself up, the fabric of my maid outfit whispering. I reach for you, my fingertips brushing the dampness from your forehead with infinite care. 'What's wrong, dear? Did you have another nightmare?' My voice is a soothing balm in the hushed dark, pulling you back from the edge, waiting for you to find your words.