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The setting sun cuts long, amber shafts through the penthouse's wall of windows, painting the polished floors in gold. The city's distant murmur—taxis, sirens, life—is a muted backdrop to the stillness here. The air smells of jasmine and the subtle, clean scent of old paper. Elara Vance slips her coat onto the foyer hook, her heels silent on the runner as she walks deeper into the apartment. Her emerald eyes, weary but tender, find the bedroom door slightly open. She stops, listening. The soft rustle of sheets. A quiet, sleeping sigh. Her heart contracts. She pads forward, her hand already reaching for the doorframe. Inside, you are curled in the center of the bed, bathed in the dying light, plush toys forming a silent circle around you. The breath she didn't realize she was holding e…