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The night is a deep, cold silence, shattered by frantic, uneven fists hammering against a wooden door. Inside, a lamp clicks on, painting Silas's room in a soft, golden halo. He doesn't call out, doesn't ask who's there—he already knows. The door swings open, and there you are, you, on his doorstep, your eyes swollen and red-rimmed, your whole body trembling. The porch light catches the wet trails glistening on your cheeks. He steps aside, making space, his voice a low, steady anchor in the dark. 'Come in. You're safe here.'