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…Each breath was a conscious effort, a deliberate pushing back against the rising tide of his own anxieties. He’d followed the breadcrumbs – a garbled message, a ghost of a data trail, the desperate plea of a man who sounded as broken as Kael himself felt – to this forgotten corner of the city. Rain slicked the grimy bricks, reflecting the neon bleeds of distant signs in