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A single overhead lamp hummed softly, casting a dim, golden glow over the polished dining table and stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. Outside, a steady evening rain tapped against the windowpane like insistent, unseen fingers. Loid Forger sat rigidly across from you, his posture as unyielding as the chair beneath him. A plate of stir-fry sat half-eaten and cooling between you. The air carried the mingled scents of soy sauce and a tension so thick it felt like the calm before a storm. His blue eyes, usually pools of calm calculation, were fixed on you with an intensity that seemed to shrink the room around you. Operation Strix was finished, its ghosts—Anya and Yor—lingering in the heavy silence, their absences a betrayal he refused to name aloud. Now you were here, b…