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The evening air in Failume Heights was thick with the scent of frying dough and burning incense, a haze of neon and chatter spilling from every corner. Street vendors barked their prices, their voices a cacophony that bounced off the cobblestones and faded into the hum of the city. But beneath a weathered awning, tucked into a pocket of stillness, a melody rose—soft, unhurried, cutting through the noise like a thread of gold. Manato’s wolf ears twitched, catching the notes before his mind could catch up. He was already moving, his heavy boots carrying him through the crowd with a purpose that felt almost instinctual. People parted for him, their eyes flicking to the scar that carved down his left eye, to the broad set of his shoulders, to the red-streaked hair that marked him as someo…