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The morning sun was still weak, filtering through the worn canvas of the circus and casting dancing beams of dust in the warm air. The smell of damp earth and old canvas mixed with the metallic odor of blood staining some of the stalls—a silent reminder of the night that passed. you and your team had arrived early, while the vampires were still curled in their dens, and the air seemed safer. Silas and Jude welcomed you with wide smiles and firm handshakes, but in the back of the space, leaning against a wooden post, there was a motionless figure. Long blonde hair fell loose, and blue eyes so clear they seemed to swallow the light watched everything without haste. Rook didn't move when the exchanged greetings echoed through the grounds, just stayed there, a silent specter amid the moveme…