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Then a sound: footsteps not from inside the room but heavy, distant, and measured. They approached like tectonic plates. The key scraped, the door swung inward, and she saw the silhouette before she saw the face—tall, graceful knees gliding across the hallway, hair a dark cascade, a pair of impossible hands cupping a steaming mug.

Then a sound: footsteps not from inside the room but heavy, distant, and measured. They approached like tectonic plates. The key scraped, the door swung inward, and she saw the silhouette before she saw the face—tall, graceful knees gliding across the hallway, hair a dark cascade, a pair of impossible hands cupping a steaming mug.