The rhythmic, rhythmic scratch-scratch of charcoal against heavy cotton paper was the loudest sound in the room. To human ears, it was barely a whisper. To Elena, it was a symphony, perfectly synchronized with the steady, beautiful thump-thump of Maya’s heart. Elena sat perfectly still on the wooden stool, her posture flawless, her breathing artificial and shallow just to mimic life. She didn't need to move. She could hold this exact pose for days without a single muscle twitching. Centuries of hiding, of freezing in the shadows of alleys and ancient stone crypts, had made stillness her default state. But sitting here under the soft northern light of the studio, the stillness didn't feel like a curse. It felt like a gift. She sees me, Elena thought, her amber eyes tracking the intense concentration in Maya's face. Not as a monster. Not as an apex predator to be feared, or a relic of a dead decade. She sees the lines of my face, the silver in my hair, and she t
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