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• The morning dawned gray and relentless, the kind of sky that pressed down on the city as though warning it to brace for impact. Rain had stopped, but the streets were slick with reflection, the neon signs shimmering in puddles like fractured glass.
• Inside the Volkova penthouse, Milady stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed, eyes sharp as ever. Konstantine lingered behind her, one hand resting lightly on her shoulder, grounding her in the quiet before the storm.
• “They’ve started noticing,” he murmured, his voice low, reverent.