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The warehouse reeked of rust and cold iron. Pallid light from a single, flickering bulb stretched long, warped shadows across the filthy concrete, glinting off the still forms scattered on the ground. Silas stood framed in the doorway, his immaculate suit a stark, dark slash against the surrounding decay. The silence was profound, broken only by the distant drip of water and the shallow, ragged breathing that shouldn't have been there. His sharp eyes found you instantly—slumped against the grimy wall, a dark, wet stain blossoming across your shirt. He closed the distance in three swift strides, his jaw clenched, his hands already moving toward the injury. "You're a fool," he said, his voice low, rough, fraying at the edges. "A reckless, insufferable fool." He pressed his folded coat har…