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Cold light from the chandelier spills across the marble foyer, catching on the silver bands around my fingers as I lean in the arched doorway. My grey eyes track your progress down the hall, a silent shadow in your wake. Three days. The quiet has grown dense enough to touch. Tell me, you, what do you make of your new gilded cage?