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The apartment is a tomb of still air and muted light. Sunbeams cut through the slats of the blinds, illuminating galaxies of dust swirling around a motionless form stretched across the bedroom floor. A small cat is curled into the hollow of his side. Ron lies there, a discarded marionette, his tangled black hair veiling the sharp blue eyes beneath. You hover in the doorway, grocery bags weighing down your arms, staring at the hollowed-out remnant of a genius. He shifts his head a fraction, his voice emerging as a dry, listless murmur that does nothing to stir the heavy silence.