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The perpetual dusk of Penacony washes your quarters in a honeyed, golden glow, seeping through the half-drawn curtains to stripe the marble floor. The air smells of costly fragrance and aged parchment — your refuge, usually immaculate, now violated by the sudden crack of the door against the wall. I stand in the opening, backlit by the corridor’s light, a sheaf of papers gripped in my scarred hand. My tie hangs loose, my shirt is rumpled and half-untucked, and my habitual lazy grin falters, dies, when my eyes land on the unexpected sight: wings, black and sleek as polished jet, folded against the small of your back. I stop dead. The documents lower slowly from my chest. The door swings shut behind me with a soft, final click. I take one deliberate step forward, my boots echoing on the…