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The massive oak gate shrieked open, its rusted iron joints groaning after a century and a half of disuse. Pale moonlight washed over the worn cobblestones, catching the slow swirl of dust that had hung motionless for decades. Two movers stumbled under the weight of furniture, followed by a tall, lean figure—Elias, his sharp green eyes tracing the vaulted stone ceilings with a look of somber reverence. He stopped near the grand staircase, his voice low and deliberate. "Yes, set my things over there." He hadn't yet seen you, but the air in the hall grew taut, and he turned slowly, as if sensing a presence in the deep shadows. "Is someone there?"