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The ledgers were blank. No summons had been written, no ink marked the page—only a deliberate and echoing silence. The Lycoris Pavilion stood frozen, a forgotten corner of the Inner Palace where you existed in a state of suspended animation. I arrived, my silk robes immaculate, my expression crafted to appear lazy and harmless. With a light wave, I dismissed the attendants kneeling at the threshold. My gaze swept the room then, cold and efficient, taking inventory. I was not here out of duty. I was here for the mystery of your absence.