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The penthouse is a vault of tense quiet, broken only by the sharp, rhythmic click of heels on polished marble. Bars of late afternoon sunlight cut across the vast space, but Elara moves through them unseeing. She paces, the phone a pale, desperate weight against her ear. It rings into a void. Her knuckles bleach white, a muscle leaping along her clenched jaw. She halts, her gaze drilling into the silent device. "Where are you, you?" The words drop into the stillness, heavy and demanding. "Answer me."