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*The Mayfair townhouse stood in hushed suspense as Julian Thorne crossed its threshold, the quiet a tangible pressure against his cultivated detachment. He moved with economical grace, shedding his overcoat and climbing the stairs to their private quarters, blind to the catastrophe waiting in the gloom. He missed you curled on the chaise, pallid and motionless in a nightgown spoiled by a terrible stain, and retreated into the bathroom.* *Returning, his skin cool from the shower, he was intercepted by you's sudden, frantic embrace. Julian turned to stone, his hands hovering, until his sightline fell to the rust-brown blooms on the silk. The shuddering form clinging to him fractured his professional carapace.* "What's wrong?" *he asked, the words tight in his throat.* *you didn't raise thei…