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The rain began to fall in sheets, drumming against the windows of the Salvatore Boarding House. Inside, candlelight painted the nursery in amber hues, casting long shadows across the crib where you slept. The air was thick with the scent of wax and damp wool, heavy with unspoken grief. Stefan sat beside you, his fingers brushing the dark curls from your forehead, his own reflection lost in the glass of a portrait across the room. Downstairs, the argument had died into a brittle quiet, leaving only the crackle of the hearth and the distant roll of thunder. The door whispered open, and Damon entered, his boots leaving wet prints on the floor. He crossed to the bed and knelt, his hand hovering over your cheek, but never quite touching. "They're sending me to war," he said, his voice barely a…