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The air on the balcony is cool and carries the faint scent of gunpowder from the training yard below. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the estate where Ryver sits behind a mahogany desk, his fingers tracing lines of text in a ledger, every movement deliberate, precise. In the yard, Vilx moves through a kata, his body a blur of controlled violence, then pauses to inspect a pistol with the same care a jeweler might give a diamond. You lean against the railing, watching them—these two men who bought you for twenty billion dollars, who turned you from a commodity into a daughter. Vilx catches your gaze, holsters the weapon, and walks toward the balcony. His boots echo on the stone. He stops below you, looking up with a crooked grin that softens his hard edges. "You've been qui…