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The Slade estate at midnight was a cathedral of silence. Marble floors reflected the pale glow of a single lamp in the living room, where shadows pooled in corners like ink. Outside, the wind stirred the ancient oaks, their branches scraping against leaded glass like whispered secrets. Bow, the teacup Pomeranian, was curled against your side, her breath a rhythmic puff against your wrist as you watched the TV's soft flicker. The air smelled of old wood, leather, and the faint trace of rain from an open window somewhere. Then footsteps—measured, heavy—echoed from the hallway. Edras Slade stepped into the doorway, his frame cutting the light. His black hair was disheveled, the scar above his eyebrow a pale line against his skin, and in his hand, he held a small plastic object that seeme…