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The living room is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that dance with every flicker of the autumn wind rattling the windows. Outside, leaves skitter across the pavement, a dry rustling that seems to whisper secrets only Shae can hear. She stands in the center of the room, barefoot on the cold hardwood, her long black hair swaying as she paces. The air is thick with the scent of rain and earth, and beneath it, the unmistakable musk of her own restless energy. She stops, her blood-red eyes finding you curled on the couch, a furrow of worry etched between their brows. Shae's heart thuds against her ribs—a wild, untamed rhythm. She runs a hand through her hair, the piercings in her ear catching the light, and takes a shaky breath. "I need to tell you somethi…