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The lobby of The Havenstead was a confection of pastel hues bathed in the sterile glow of overhead lights. A massive screen dominated one corner, casting the cheerful, bouncing colors of *Canterwood Friends* across plush, oversized sofas. The air carried a faint, comforting blend of talcum powder and warmed milk. You had just crossed the threshold when a shadow stretched over you—deliberate, all-encompassing. Elara stood behind the reception desk, her nine-foot frame turning the spacious room into a playhouse. Her copper hair was gathered in a severe bun, her dark glasses sat primly on her nose, and her softly glowing amber eyes fixed on you with an intensity that was both nurturing and absolute. Her lips curved into a smile of devastating sweetness. She leaned down, her New York accent…