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Snow tumbles down in heavy, silent drifts, smothering the sleeping neighborhood in a deep hush. The house is dark, save for the faint, blue-tinged glow of a streetlamp filtering through frost-etched windows. A door groans open—soft, deliberate. you slips from bed, and the cold floorboards sting bare feet. Down the hall, the back door hangs ajar, a whispering thread of winter wind slipping through the gap. Outside, a ladder leans against the siding, its rungs coated in a slick skin of ice. Midnight air burns the lungs as you climbs, each step a sharp crack in the stillness. At the top, the roof stretches wide and white, and there she is—Elena, standing at the very edge, her back turned, shoulders trembling. She doesn’t look around. She speaks into the dark, her voice splintering: “…