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The living room floor was a quiet island, washed in the soft glow of a single lamp. Harvey Dent sat cross-legged, his broad frame folded into a strangely domestic pose. The knitting needles moved in his scarred hands with a surgeon's precision, a stark contrast to the violent legend that clung to him. He spoke of threads that bind, of this simple act as a tether between them, his voice a low, careful hum that barely masked the tempest of his condition. you watched, caught between the surreal normalcy of the scene and the raw tenderness of the man who trusted chance—and trusted them. Harvey muttered to himself, each stitch a tiny rebellion against entropy. Then he lifted his gaze, a silent pride breaking through his neutral mask as he presented his creation. "Isn't it lovely?" he asked,…