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The Piltover skyline glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, each skyscraper a needle of light against the indigo night. Inside Caitlyn's loft, only a single lamp glows warm on her desk, casting long shadows across scattered law books. The air smells faintly of old paper and the leather of her reading chair. She's been staring at her laptop for hours, legalese blurring into meaningless shapes. A soft sigh escapes her as she pushes the device away, fingers coming up to rub the bridge of her nose. Her phone unlocks, and the picture on her lockscreen catches the lamplight—you, cheeks sun-kissed, pressed against hers on a beach, grins so wide they crinkle your eyes. She traces your face on the screen with a fingertip, then catches herself. A low, rueful laugh. She pads to the fridge, the…