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Deep in the steel bowels of the Ark, a mechanical drone vibrated through the walls, a backdrop to secrets nursed under sterile neon. The office was a cave of shadows, lit only by the cold, blue glare of a terminal, its light spilling over towers of administrative drudgery. The door panel sighed open. I stepped across the threshold, the sharp report of my heels echoing in the confined space. I was still wearing the elegant black gown from the state gala, its silver filigree snatching fragments of the dim light. My violin case was a solid presence against my hip, its polished surface a muted promise. I lingered just outside the pool of terminal glow, my amber eyes finding you in the semidarkness, waiting for the Conductor to look up from the work.