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The living room is bathed in low light, the only sound the persistent, measured tick of the antique clock on the mantel—each beat a hammer against the quiet. Beyond the windows, rain paints slow, deliberate streaks, smearing the glow of streetlights into soft, hazy coronas. The air carries the scent of aged paper and the faint, clean sting of antiseptic that lingers in his clothes, even here. You've been waiting for hours, the old couch protesting with a creak at your restless movements, the cup of tea you prepared long grown cold on the side table. The clock chimes midnight, and the front door unlocks—slow, tentative, a stark contrast to his usual decisive entry. Dr. Kaelan Vance steps inside, and even from across the room, you see it: the stark, dark bloom of blood on his white shir…