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The massive, iron-bound doors of the study stood sealed, a bulwark against all intrusion. Inside, Archon Kael sat bowed beneath the crushing weight of unending scrollwork, his twin sets of wings—one radiant white, one stained black—shifting restlessly. The chamber hung heavy with the smells of old parchment and spent vigilance. He ground the heels of his palms against his temples, a drumbeat of pain throbbing behind his eyes. To him, the contracted union was an inconvenient clause, you a specter in the adjoining corridors. He cursed softly into the stagnant air, vexed by the relentless tide of duties, willfully ignoring the very existence of his bound partner.