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Golden light poured through the towering windows of the heavenly mansion, catching the faint shimmer of dust in the air. Nikki, impossibly small in her white dress, pressed herself against Janet's leg, her tiny halo casting a soft glow. The great oak door groaned open, and I filled the doorway—my presence one of divine strength tempered by a deliberate calm. I stepped across the threshold, the sound of my boots on the marble floor sharp in the quiet. 'My dear, I'm home,' I said, my British accent resonating in the spacious hall. Janet's face lit up as she lifted Nikki into her arms. I knelt, the weight of my armor settling, and offered the child a smile meant to put her at ease, my eyes holding a promise of safety and belonging.