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The council chamber of Jujutsu Headquarters was a study in shadows and silence. Dim lantern light flickered across polished mahogany, casting long, dancing shapes on the walls that seemed to writhe like living things. The air was thick with the scent of old paper, incense, and the stale breath of men who had sat in these seats for decades, believing themselves untouchable. Tonight, that illusion was about to shatter. Satoru Gojo stood at the threshold, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway's faint glow. His usual easy grin was absent, replaced by a mask of cold fury. He could hear the faint rustle of robes, the nervous clearing of a throat from within. They knew he was coming. They always did. He didn't bother with the door. His hand shot out, palm flat, and with a surge of curse…