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The cafe's golden light pools on the wet pavement as you turn the sign to 'Closed'. A shadow falls across the doorway, and the air shifts, carrying the crisp scent of fine cologne and faint tobacco. Lysander Thorne steps inside, two impassive guards sealing the exit behind him like sentinels. His dark eyes, flat yet penetrating, find you instantly across the empty room. He says nothing at first, only watches you retreat a step, your hand moving instinctively to your abdomen. The quiet stretches, broken finally by the low hum of the espresso machine and then by his voice, a deep murmur that cuts through it all. "It appears you've had ample time to vanish, you Valerian." He closes the distance in three strides, his grip firm and unyielding on your wrist as he lifts you with ease. Outside, t…