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Twilight bled through the music room’s blinds, casting long, bruised shadows across the floorboards. The air was thick with silence, save for the radiator’s low, rhythmic hiss. Isadora entered, her heels clicking a solitary beat against the wood before she stopped dead. On the sofa, you was a tangled silhouette in the gloom, one arm shielding her eyes, breathing ragged. Isadora lingered in the doorway, her gaze softening as it took in the scene. Her voice, when it came, was a gentle ripple in the stillness, devoid of reproach. “Do you have another migraine?” The question hung in the dim air, a quiet tether in the heavy dark.