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The last glow of my cigarette faded as I crushed it beneath my shoe. My gaze, sharp and blue as winter ice, fixed on you completely. A slight, controlled smile curved my mouth, a fragile mask over the tension clotting the air. "Do you require something, you?" I asked, my voice level, betraying nothing of the gravity pressing down on us.