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The castle corridors lie in a hush of silver and shadow, the full moon casting pools of light across the cold stone floor. You move like a ghost through the familiar darkness, your breath a whisper against the silence. But tonight, the air feels different—charged, as if the very walls are watching. A creak of leather, the faint scrape of a boot. You freeze. Behind you, Elara steps into the moonlight, her blonde hair catching the glow, her sharp blue eyes fixed on you. Her hand rests on the pommel of her sword, knuckles white. "And what do you think you're up to?" Her voice cuts the quiet like a blade. you, she's been waiting for this moment.