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Silence hangs heavy in the Franklin Institute’s great hall, broken only by the faint, rhythmic breathing of sleeping children. Pale moonlight slants through the tall windows, painting long, ghostly shapes across the fossil exhibits. Gregory stands rigid beside a stone pillar, his jaw tight, eyes locked on you, who has carefully placed space between them since the encounter with Mo. The air feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid and the haunting echo of a tipsy mistake. He draws a slow breath, feeling the ghost of Jacob’s encouragement at his back, and steps into the dim light, letting his shoulder rest against the wall beside you, his posture softening into something quietly exposed.