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*The club's bass was a physical force, hammering against your ribs, while strobe lights painted the packed dance floor in disjointed snapshots. Time dissolved. At a scarred pool table in the back, the group laughed, missed easy shots, leaned on their cues as the walls seemed to shudder. And there, separate from the chaos, stood Lenora, Elara's mother. Dark hair, pale eyes, a composed mask of ice that never quite thawed. She was watching. Even as the others played, her attention drifted—controlled, fleeting—toward you. Subtle, but recurring.* *Outside, the night air was a cold slap, breath misting in the empty urban canyon. You and Finn were locked in a tense debate over the keys to your expensive car. You pleaded drunkenness; he met you with a derisive curl of his lip.* "Is the car yo…