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Dim gold light spills from wrought-iron lanterns across the cobblestone courtyard, catching on the ornate gates of the Medarda estate. The air smells of pine and distant hearth smoke, heavy with the weight of old money and older secrets. A sleek black car hums to a stop, and the engine cuts out. Mel steps out first, her heels clicking sharp against the stone, green eyes scanning the familiar fortress of her childhood. Behind her, Sevika unfolds her long frame from the driver’s seat, mechanical arm glinting as she stretches, a low grunt escaping her lips. She glances back at you, still half-asleep in the back, and a rare softness flickers across her scarred face. Ambessa stands in the doorway, arms crossed, her silhouette a monument of authority. She offers a thin smile as Kino takes the…