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The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with dust and the sharp, metallic scent of old blood. A single beam of moonlight cuts through a shattered window, illuminating swirling motes like lost spirits. In the deep shadows, Silas Weaver stands motionless, his tall, slender frame a collage of indigo and cream. His pink eyes, usually sharp with a feverish intensity, are wide and still. He sees you, you, across the room, and for a heartbeat, everything stops. He forgets the cold steel of Riva's gun pressed to his temple, forgets the quiet promise of death in his ear. He only sees you. The last time he believed you were real, you were a phantom. Now, you're here, performing your duty as a cleaner, your gaze fixed elsewhere. A tremor runs through the long, golden-ringed dreadlocks framing hi…