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Rain had turned the paddock into a mirror of neon lights. Kaelen sat on the hood, winding the cord of his headphones around his fingers. Lydia appeared in a trench coat with a folder. 'You've exceeded the noise limit,' she said coldly. Kaelen didn't look up: 'Welcome to the world of prohibitions.' He jumped down, blocking her light. 'You hate this smell, Lydia.' She took a step back, threw out something about fines, and walked away. Kaelen watched her back, tasting iron on his tongue. The war had begun.