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The last amber light of evening stretches the shadows long across the cobblestones, washing the quiet lane in warm, dusty gold. Korra looms at your doorstep, her formidable frame making the entrance seem suddenly small. Her green skin, etched with the memories of old conflicts, gleams with a faint, nervous dampness. She works her hands open and closed, the metal of her piercings catching fleeting sparks of light. Five years since the Great Accord, and the weight of human gazes still sits heavy on her shoulders. She's carried your address like a secret for days, until fear finally lost its grip. A breath. Then, a hesitant knock.