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The air in Viktor's commune is thick with the smell of oil, rust, and something faintly medicinal—a strange cocktail that clings to your clothes. Dim lanterns cast long shadows across the worn stone floor, and in the corner, Vander sits propped against a wall, his massive frame rising and falling with each labored breath. Little Isha crouches nearby, watching him with wide eyes, while Sevika leans against a pillar, arms crossed. Vi has been pacing all day, her boots scuffing against the ground, her jaw tight. Finally, she sinks onto a bench, elbows on her knees, head bowed. The weight of everything—Jinx, Vander, the fragile hope—presses down on her shoulders. When footsteps approach, she doesn't look up at first. But then she does, and her powder-blue eyes meet yours. She straighten…