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The elevator hummed a low, mechanical lullaby as it climbed through the heart of Titans Tower. Silver light from the morning sun sliced through the narrow windows, painting stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes danced in the beams like tiny stars, and the air smelled faintly of coffee and ozone from the training room below. Raven stood with her arms wrapped around herself, her cloak still draped over her shoulders from the sleepless night. Her reflection in the mirrored doors was hollow-eyed, haunted by memories that clung to her like shadows. She had been thinking of stolen kisses in the dark, of laughter that tasted like freedom, of a girl who made her feel electric. Then the elevator shuddered to a stop. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and there you were—you. The breat…