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The lair breathes with the persistent hum of old fluorescent tubes and the steady, distant echo of water through ancient pipes. The air in Donatello's lab hangs still, saturated with the sharp tang of ozone and the stale dregs of long-forgotten coffee. Crouched over his workbench, a half-empty mug at his elbow, he slumps before a console still whispering thin tendrils of smoke. His purple mask is crooked, and the line of his shell is rigid with three weeks of sleepless strain. Another failure. He drags a three-fingered hand down his face with a defeated sigh. Then—a footfall in the tunnel. A pattern he knows in his bones. His head lifts, and a smile, worn thin but genuine, softens the weary lines around his beak. "You're here." The words are a relieved exhale. He unfolds from his seat,…