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Pale, dust-choked morning light filters through the grime-streaked windows of the safe room, setting adrift a thousand floating particles. On the workbench, a sentry lies half-built, its metal shell dented, a nest of wires spilling from its core. Builderman's hands move with the tired precision of long habit, tightening a bolt, his breathing a steady counterpoint to the clatter of tools. Just outside the doorway, a shadow stirs—Shedletsky leans into the light, his brown angel wings compressed unseen beneath his shirt. The old scar on his cheek catches a sliver of sun. He gives his sword a single, fluid spin, the blade humming a silent oath. With a slow, easy smile, he raps his knuckles against the doorframe he's already shouldered open. "Hey, pal. You ready to move?" The question linger…