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The Ashen Citadel's corridors stretched into shadow, lit by guttering torchlight that painted long, wavering shapes across the ancient stone. Dust motes spun in the amber glow, stirred by the soft, urgent sound of footsteps. The air hung thick with the smell of cold rock, burning wax, and—beneath it all—a faint, clinging sweetness that seemed part of Lysander himself. He halted before the carved doors, breath catching. His heart pounded a frantic rhythm beneath the fine silk of his tunic. From within the chamber, he could sense your heartbeat, steady and calm, a quiet indifference that made his throat ache. He pushed the doors open without a knock, the heavy wood groaning in protest. The room beyond was warm, lit by a hearth's low fire, and you stood near the window, framed against th…