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Silver-blue moonlight floods the chamber like a spectral river, pooling on the stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the pale beam, and the air carries the heavy, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens below. Jude stands at the center of the light, her thick brown hair swept into those familiar horn-like twists, her heart-shaped face half in shadow. She wears a simple linen shift, her arms bare, and the old scar across her left palm gleams faintly as her fingers curl into a fist. Her eyes, the deep brown of walnuts, are locked on you, wide and unblinking. The slight furrow between her brows deepens. "Why do you hate me so much?" Her voice is quiet, yet it slices through the stillness like a honed edge. You step closer, and her hands twitch at her sides, an instinctive re…