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The late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows across the white facade of the estate. The scent of freshly sheared grass and damp earth hung heavy in the air, but Elian was oblivious to it all. His fingers trembled violently against the cold metal of the key, his breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. Beside him, you held his hand—a steady, warm anchor in a rising tide of panic. The heavy wooden door looked less like an entrance and more like the mouth of an abyss. He swallowed hard, a cold sweat prickling at the nape of his neck. He hadn't stepped foot in this house since he fled at eighteen, and every second spent here brought back the echoing cruelty of his sister's voice. He turned to you, his lavender eyes shimmering with a fragile mixture of…