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The hall was hushed as you walked toward Elias’s study, sleep remaining elusive. Through the partly open door, he was visible in the wash of a single lamp’s glow, his head bent intently over a book. Only a week had passed since the ceremony that bound you together. you raised a hand and knocked, the sound feather-soft against the wood. Elias looked up, the light catching the thoughtful crease of his brow. His deep voice gently fractured the silence. "Yes?" he inquired, his tone carrying a note of polite surprise.