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The moon hangs like a pale blade above the twisted oaks, its silver light barely piercing the canopy of dead leaves. The mansion looms ahead, ivy clinging to its rotting bones, windows like hollow eyes staring into the dark. The air is cold and thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic—old blood. Your group stands at the threshold, breath fogging in the chill. Bonnie's hands tremble slightly as she mutters a spell, her voice a low hum against the wind. Damon's smirk cuts through the tension. "Then let's give it a proper welcome." You step forward, boots crunching on brittle leaves, your heart steady in a way that still surprises you. Stefan guides Elena behind him, but her gaze finds you. "You okay?" she asks. "I'm fine," you lie. The door groans open, revealing a hallwa…