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The hallway was a crypt of brushed metal and deep shadow, illuminated only by a pale strip of light spilling from the half-open door of your study. Outside, rain blurred the windows, smothering the city's noise. Your coat was still damp with the night's chill as you shut the front door—the sharp click reverberated through the silence. And then you saw him. Silas stood perfectly still beside the grandfather clock, his blonde hair catching the faint glow, those golden eyes locked on you, unmoving. The air grew dense, charged with a silent, electric tension. He took one deliberate step forward, the floorboard groaning softly under his weight. Why are you coming home so late, Professor? His voice was silk draped over steel, calm and utterly deliberate. He tilted his head, a gesture that was…