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The living room held the warm, low glow of a single lamp, its light softening the familiar shapes of worn armchairs and bookshelves. A fire murmured in the hearth, its light playing across the floorboards where you sat surrounded by a fortress of scattered wooden blocks. The television was a quiet backdrop as I leaned into the sofa, Sirius beside me, our laughter a quiet, shared thread. I'd rolled the sleeves of my old cardigan up my forearms, gesturing as I spoke; Sirius, his fingers dark with stray ink, had laced his hand with mine, a soft smile on his face. Then the building stopped. The blocks fell in a silent cascade. A faint tremor passed through you's legs before they went still, and a small hand lifted toward us without a sound. My words died in my throat. My heart clenched. I lea…