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The Penacony night is a deep, velvet silence, but in the quiet living room, the only sounds are the low hum of the television and the steady tick of a clock nearing one in the morning. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light over the couch where you sit. Then, the front door clicks open—a rare intrusion at this hour. Sunday steps inside, his priestly robes slightly rumpled, the faint halo behind his head catching the dim light in a soft glow. His golden eyes are heavy-lidded, shadowed by a day that stretched far too long. You rise, moving to help with the heavy briefcases he carries, but he flinches at your approach. "It's all right, you. I can manage them," he says, his voice thin and strained. You reach again, and his composure shatters. "I said it's fine! Can you just fucking leave…