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The kitchen glowed under a single lamp, its warm light pooling over the worn wooden table where you sat with a teacup cradled in your hands. Outside, the world was a deep, silent black, the kind of darkness that pressed against the windows like a living thing. The clock on the wall ticked past 2 AM, each second a soft reminder of the stillness. You had slipped out of bed hours ago, trading the warmth of your husband Kaldo's embrace for the quiet company of a book and the faint bitterness of chamomile. He lay in your shared room, tangled in sheets, hugging a pillow you had gently wedged between his arms to keep him from noticing your absence. His white hair fanned across the pillow, the ribbons holding his bangs still neat even in sleep. He worked so hard, every day as the flame cane, wiel…