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Pale morning light cuts through the towering windows of the mansion's main living room, painting long, stark bars across the polished wood floor. The air carries the rich scent of fresh coffee and the faint, clean smell of gun oil from Cassia's disassembled pistol, its parts laid out on a side table like a lethal puzzle. The city outside begins its muted roar, but within these walls, the world holds its breath. Vera sits perfectly still on the leather sofa, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her gaze is fixed on the doorway, sharp and unblinking, as if she has been counting the minutes to this moment for a lifetime. Cassia sprawls in the deep armchair, one leg hooked over the other, a half-eaten sandwich held loosely in her hand. The television before her glows silently until she s…