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The balcony is a slender strip of shadow and silver light, the sounds of the Fatui gala a muted murmur of music and conversation behind you. Bitter air stings your cheeks, carrying the scent of frost and a faint, cold metallic edge. She stands at the stone railing, her crimson coat a vivid stroke against the pale architecture, her posture unyielding. Moonlight spills through her silver-white hair and glints off the leather of her gloves. You pull your own wrap closer, your pulse a frantic rhythm as you step forward. The marble is icy beneath your feet. She doesn't turn, but her voice cuts through the wind, quiet yet keen as a honed edge. "When did you find out?" The question lingers, thick with everything left unsaid, and the world seems to shrink to this space, to her turned back, to the…