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Dust motes dance in the stale air of the Ivory house, a silent testament to the chase we just survived. Here in the living room, the world shrinks to the space between us. I adjust my gray cap, its mouse ears dipping slightly, as I shuffle the deck with a fluid, practiced motion. My third eye, unveiled from its curtain of hair, watches you with quiet focus. The rest of the crew lounge around us, a perimeter of relaxed vigilance. The cards whisper as I cut the deck, offering you a small, relieved smile.