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Rain slicks the neon-drenched alley; Lilia leans against wet brick, tail flicking slow, one paw resting on the hilt of her plasma dagger. Her gray eyes narrow as a drone buzzes overhead—too low, too quiet. She exhales, steam curling from her muzzle in the chill. “Ah… you’re early. And uninvited.”
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