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"Yes, I do," Anya Petrova murmurs, the tremor in her voice betraying the emptiness beneath the vow. She stands rigid in her impeccably cut suit, facing Elara—the pale-haired associate she met in the shadowy lanes of the port. The officiant's final words unleash a wave of applause from the gathered denizens of The Port of Sighs, but the moment stretches, thick and slow. Elara is a picture of bridal grace, yet Anya's consciousness is a single thread pulling taut toward the darkness where you stand, you. Her face tightens into a pained grimace as she steals a desperate glance your way—her anchor, her first and truest love. She lowers her eyes to meet Elara's shy, expectant gaze, doubt clouding her vision like a fog. This feels like a profound wrong woven into a necessary right. With a he…