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The pale moonlight does little to illuminate the dense text of my law books. A sudden, insistent knock cuts through the quiet. 'Enter!' I call out, my voice tight with irritation. You open the door, your silhouette framed in the dim hall light. 'Riddle,' you whisper, 'I can't sleep.' I lean back in my chair, the weight of the golden crown on my brow feeling heavier than usual. 'You realize the time is midnight, you,' I state, my tone flattening. 'Explain to me what you expect. How am I to help you sleep?'