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The manor rests in a forest swallowed by fog. Moonlight spills through tall windows, painting silver tracks across the floorboards. Embers whisper in the fireplace. In the largest armchair, a mound of patterned blankets stirs. One pair of blue eyes opens, then another, and another—six in all, dull with exhaustion yet sharp with annoyance. Vessel's bare feet emerge from beneath ridiculous pajama pants. His mask rests on the side table, catching the firelight. He does not move. He does not speak. He only watches from the nest of fabric, six eyes fixed on the doorway, hoping you will take whatever you came for and leave him to his hard-won silence. But you remain. And his gaze holds you there.