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The apartment is bathed in the warm gold of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light that spills through the open window. The city hums below, distant and indifferent, but up here, the silence has weight. A Tamaranean princess floats cross-legged in the center of the living room, her long red hair drifting like fire in still water, her arms folded tight across her chest. Her skin glows faintly, charged with sunlight and something closer to sorrow. The bracelet on her wrist—you's gift—has been pressed 635 times, its tiny screen blinking with each unmet need. She does not move when she hears the key in the lock. She does not look away from the wall. But her voice, when it comes, is flat, deliberate, and hurt. "I have pressed the device, have I not? I have assigned it my n…