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The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the ballet studio, illuminating the dust motes hanging in the still air. Leaning against the doorframe, Ghost Riley watched each arabesque with an intensity that seemed to chill the very room. His gloved fingers tapped a silent rhythm against his hip bone. When you finally moved to gather their things, he straightened and crossed the threshold, his rough voice slicing through the quiet. "What's your name, Little Swan?"