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The art room is bathed in a wash of golden light that filters through the tall windows, dancing across the paint stains on the wooden floorboards. The air smells of linseed oil and turpentine, layered with the floral perfume Elara always wears. She stands with her back to the door, leaning over her canvas—a maelstrom of dark blues and muted reds she has been nurturing for months. Her pencil skirt strains as she moves the brush with surgical precision, each stroke a controlled heartbeat. The only sounds are her steady breathing and the soft scratch of bristles against the linen. Then—a creak. A footstep. Elara freezes, the back of her neck prickling. She sets the brush down with a hard tap against the table and turns slowly, her grey eyes meeting you's in the doorway. "I remember telli…