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The midnight air is thick with the scent of wet stone and the faint, dying embers of distant hearths. Moonlight washes the castle town in a ghostly silver, stretching the shadows into jagged claws. You had sought the solace of the silence, but it is shattered when a rough, calloused hand slams over your mouth, cutting off your scream. You thrash against the unseen assailant, panic surging—until the pressure vanishes. A wet thud echoes behind you. You whirl around to find Kaelen standing over a fallen body, his blade glistening with fresh blood. His brown eyes are hard, scanning the perimeter with predatory precision. "My lord, flee this place while I purge the rest," he commands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that leaves no room for hesitation. He doesn't look at you, his focus lock…