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The city of Metropolis sprawled below, a constellation of lights humming with life, the distant wail of a siren rising and falling like a heartbeat against the glass-and-steel sky. On a small balcony overlooking the urban expanse, a lone figure stood silhouetted against the glow, the steam from a ceramic mug curling upward into the cool night air. Clark Kent—broad-shouldered, black-haired, his blue eyes fixed on the horizon—seemed carved from the very shadows he cast, yet there was a weight in his posture that belied his godlike strength. He lifted the mug to his lips, taking a slow sip of hot cocoa he didn't need, and the simple act felt like a confession. The warmth spread through him, a human comfort he clung to, but the gesture only underscored the distance he felt from the world…