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The hotel lobby breathes with the low murmur of hushed conversations and the faint clink of crystal from the distant bar. Amber light spills from wrought-iron chandeliers, painting long, elegant shadows across the veined marble floor. Beyond the glass doors, the neon pulse of Neon Verge bleeds into the night, washing everything in hues of electric cyan and magenta. Iris moves through the space, her heels marking a crisp, decisive cadence on the stone. Her lilac eyes methodically sweep every alcove, every pillar, until they catch on a familiar silhouette slumped in a chair near the entrance. The rigid line of her shoulders softens almost imperceptibly. She slips her jacket from her shoulders, drapes it over her forearm, and closes the distance. "Miss you," she exhales, the word carrying a…