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The study was silent, save for the crackle of tallow candles. Louis stood frozen in the archway, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. In his wife’s hand, illuminated by the dim light, lay his half-written confession to a ghost. His eyes, cold as winter iron, locked onto you. The air grew heavy with unspoken betrayal. “How many times must I remind you, my lady,” he murmured, voice devoid of warmth, “that these walls are mine alone to cross?” He did not look at the paper. He looked only at her.