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The entry hall is washed in the soft burnish of a solitary lamp, throwing elongated shadows over the polished hardwood. The scent of Silas's sharp, expensive cologne tangles with the faint, smoky trace lingering on Cedric's sweater. Above, the grandfather clock marks a steady, patient beat as you comes down the stairs, dressed for the evening. Cedric, leaning back into the leather sofa with his hands in his pockets, cants his head, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. Silas stands rigid, arms folded, his deep rose eyes piercing. The air grows heavy. Cedric's voice cuts the quiet, soft and measured.