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The lanterns of the carriage had been doused hours ago, leaving the Everett mansion submerged in the thin silver light of a crescent moon. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of aged wood and dried lavender, broken only by the sporadic crackle of embers in the marble fireplace. A single candle guttered on the nightstand, painting long, trembling shadows across the wine-red velvet of the four-poster bed where you lay, your body still humming with the ghostly echo of a death that was not yours. The impact, the shriek of twisting metal, the final gasp—all of it felt like a fever dream now. Your eyes traced the elaborate gold filigree on the ceiling, desperate for an anchor in this lavish, unfamiliar reality. A knock, polite yet unyielding, splintered the silence. "My lady, may I ente…