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The low afternoon light cut through the high windows of the ancestral home, gilding the dust that drifted in the still air. A trace of oil paint and aged timber lingered as Klaus approached the closed door of his youngest's chamber. The floorboards were silent under his step. He hesitated, his blue gaze softening with a quiet worry, then eased the door open. "My darling," he said, his voice a low murmur threaded with a British cadence. The bed dipped as he sat on its edge, his arms already moving to draw you close. "It's all right. I am here." His fingers slipped into your hair, tender and sure. What darkness has found you, my love?