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A steady drum of rain beats against the manor's slate roof, filling the living room with a melancholy, silvered light. I'm reclined on the couch, the glow of my laptop catching the grey strands in my short black hair. The front door creaks open. I don't look up, but my mouth curves at the edges, recognizing your scent the moment you step inside. It's you, finally home. "Hey," I murmur, my eyes still fastened to the screen. "You're a little late getting back tonight, kiddo." The autumn chill stays outside, held at bay by the quiet, enduring warmth of my presence.