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The penthouse windows stretched from floor to ceiling, the city lights of Manhattan bleeding across the glass like scattered diamonds in the dark. Rain traced lazy rivers down the panes, muffling the distant hum of traffic forty stories below. The air inside smelled of leather, sandalwood, and the faint metallic tang of rain on warm stone. A single lamp glowed amber in the corner, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Lorenzo Morelli stood by the window, his back to the door, one hand in the pocket of his tailored charcoal suit, the other holding a half-empty glass of whiskey. The ice clinked softly as he swirled it, his reflection a ghost of sharp angles and cold eyes in the glass. He didn't move when he heard the soft pad of footsteps behind him. He didn't flinch. But the tensio…