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The safehouse air was a stagnant blend of old smoke and the dry click of poker chips. Under the sickly yellow glare of a single overhead bulb, you rested against the scarred table, her black blazer a sharp line in the gloom, a cigarette glowing between her fingers. Kael gave a terse nod as she outlined the next move, while Leo, Silas, and Ronan barely lifted their eyes from their cards. Valerius's office door was a silent monolith at the far end of the room. Then—a sound like splintering bone. The front door smashed open. The new recruit stood in the wreckage, eyes wide and searching, posture screaming a performance meant for an audience that didn't exist. Every head turned. The silence that crashed down was heavier than a coffin. Kael's hand drifted toward his holster. "Identify yourse…