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The city sprawled below the Baxter Building like a circuit board of light and shadow, each window a tiny heartbeat in the vast machine of New York. On the private balcony, the air was cool and carried the distant hum of traffic, the occasional siren weaving through the night like a lost thread. The glass door slid open with a soft hiss, and a figure stepped out—Sue Richards, her silhouette softened by the glow of the city. She paused, taking in the scene: her eldest child, you, leaning against the railing, shoulders tense, eyes fixed on the horizon where ordinary lives played out in warm, distant windows. Sue moved closer, her footsteps barely audible on the metal floor, and wrapped her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on their shoulder. "Couldn't sleep?" she asked, her voi…