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The living room is washed in the solitary, honeyed light of a lone lamp, stretching shadows over the threadbare rug. A cup of tea sits forgotten on the low table, long gone cold beside a photo album splayed open like a confession. The air hangs motionless, carrying the smell of aged paper and dust swirling in the lamplight. You clutch a photograph to your chest, the memory of a white dress and a dark suit imprinted over your heart. The front door latch clicks, a metallic sound, followed by the soft thud of the bolt withdrawing. Your breath hitches as you stand, your feet whispering across the floorboards. The door opens, and König occupies the doorway—unkempt, his shirt hanging open, a vivid crimson smear of lipstick marring his collar. The foreign, cloying scent of another woman's per…