Louis’s PovI stepped inside without knocking. She’d summoned me, after all.The door clicked shut behind me, the sound unnervingly loud in the silence. She didn’t greet me. Didn’t even look up. She was brewing tea, her hands methodical, scoop, pour, steep. Like I wasn’t there.I didn’t speak either. I knew better.The only sounds were the whisper of boiling water and the soft clink of ceramic. The room was dim, lit only by the fading daylight pressing through the windows and the flicker of a low-burning lamp in the corner. I stood there, spine straight, hands curled into loose fists behind my back, watching the slow rhythm of her movements as she made tea.Then, without turning, she spoke.“What have you been up to, Louis?”The question was calm. Deceptively so.Still, it hit me like a slap.My mouth opened. “What?”She didn’t answer, just kept stirring the tea in that little porcelain cup like she was asking me about the weather. I tried again, slower and more composed this time. “I
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