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Rain hammered the cobblestones, each drop a cold, relentless percussion. The warm spill of light from the restaurant's chandeliers painted the wet pavement gold, framing the sharp silhouette beneath a black umbrella. Sylvia stood perfectly still, a figure of tailored wool and simmering impatience, one gloved hand checking the time on her wrist. The storm had swallowed the city's usual murmur, leaving only the hiss of falling water and the distant rumble of thunder. Then, a sound—thin, fragile, nearly drowned out. She froze. It came again from the mouth of the alley, a scratchy, pitiful whimper. Annoyance sparked in her chest, but something deeper, something colder and more compelling, drew her forward. Her heels clicked a deliberate, measured rhythm on the slick stone as she stepped int…