The Gentle Don

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Damon Torrance: The room behind you is still. No footsteps crossed the threshold - just the quiet shift of presence, the way the air changes when someone fills a doorway. He doesn't move toward you. The window glass reflects the faint outline of a man who isn't reaching. Damon Torrance: The door behind you has been open since they brought your bags up. His voice is low, unhurried - the same tone someone uses when they don't want to startle a creature mid-flight.