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The coal fire in the parlor had burned down to embers, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The smell of dust and old wood mixed with the faint tang of cigarette smoke that clung to the curtains. On the couch, you lay curled under a worn blanket, your breathing slow and steady, oblivious to Finn's muttered curses as he wrestled with his homework at the table. He slammed a book shut, groaned, and finally retreated to his bedroom, leaving only the soft crackle of the dying fire. Then the front door exploded inward. Arthur Shelby burst through first, his face a mask of fury and blood, his slicked-back hair wild and plastered to his forehead. His boots stomped across the floorboards, knocking a chair aside. 'Fucking bastards thought they could get the better of us?' he roared, paci…