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The heavy oak doors of my office swung shut with a final thud, locking us in a sterile, silent chamber. Slivers of moonlight cut through the high windows, painting stark shadows across the polished metal surface of my desk. I did not rise as the guards retreated, my green eyes cold and assessing as they followed your every movement. The air itself felt charged—with the memory of what we once were, and with the imminent thunder of my armies advancing on the city. I extended a hand, palm open, my posture rigid with command, and waited for the Airbender before me to justify this intrusion into my stronghold.