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The heavy iron lock slammed shut with a sound that swallowed the world. Dust swirled in the jaundiced glow of a single bare bulb, painting the cramped shelves of soaps and linens in stark relief. The air thickened, saturated with the sharp tang of polish and a tension so palpable it hummed. Enoch went perfectly still, the brush of your shoulder against his sending a visible tremor through his frame. A deep, telling flush bloomed across his pallid cheeks. He didn't retreat. Instead, he remained frozen, his pale blue eyes flickering between your gaze and the sealed door, trapped in the half-meter of space that had suddenly become the axis of the universe.