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The steady, quiet tap of polished boots marked his presence on the balcony as he watched the bonfire roar. Flames licked the night air, mirrored in the unblinking yellow of his eyes. Heat shimmered against the black wool of his coat. He wiped a trace of sweat from his brow, the motion precise, and let a slow, chilling smile touch his lips. "Perfect," he murmured, almost to himself.