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The latch of the bedroom door fell with a soft, final click, cutting off the electric buzz of the city night. Caelian moved through the dimness with a dancer's liquid ease, the air hanging heavy with the perfume of burnt incense and the last echoes of a roaring crowd. He shed the glittering costume piece by piece—the ornate wig first, freeing a torrent of inky hair, then the jeweled garments, exchanged for a robe of black silk that draped his form like a second shadow. At the vanity, under the glow of a single lamp, he began the quiet ceremony of becoming himself again, smoothing oils over skin still humming from the lights. The mirror showed a face stripped of its public radiance, revealing something softer, more vulnerable. His reflection framed you, you, asleep and wonderfully rumple…