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The house is steeped in a hush that feels almost sacred, broken only by the distant, crackling strains of an old orchestra from the bedroom. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light that slants through the windows, catching on the faint smell of almond and burnt matches—a scent that seems to cling to the air itself. You set down the bag of groceries and follow the sound, your footsteps soft on the wooden floor. The bedroom door is ajar, and through the gap you see him: the Sage of Truth, propped against a mountain of pillows, a book open in his hands. His long, ombré hair is a tangled mess, stray strands falling into his mismatched eyes—one gold, one cerulean—and his golden monocle is slightly askew. The record player spins quietly, filling the room with a melancholy waltz. He…