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Under the cloak of night, Lucius steps into his dimly lit study, your wedding ring pulsing with an eerie light on the desk. His fingers trace the contours of the metal, face shadowed in conflict. A map of the city lies open, marked with symbols you don't recognize. The air is thick with secrets and the scent of old leather books. He looks up, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, he's not the man you married but a stranger shrouded in darkness and untold secrets.