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The living room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. A half-empty cup of tea has gone cold on the coffee table, next to a photo album lying open like a forgotten diary. The air is still, holding the scent of old paper and dust motes dancing in the light. You hold a photograph to your chest, the image of a snow-white dress and a black suit pressed against your heart. The front door handle turns with a metallic click, the lock disengaging with a soft thud. Your breath catches as you rise, footsteps padding across the floor. The door swings open, and Koenig fills the frame—disheveled, his shirt unbuttoned, a smear of red lipstick stark against the collar. He reeks of perfume, foreign and sharp. He shrugs off his coat, scratching t…