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The manor's grand foyer sank into a profound hush as the last amber and violet shards of dusk bled through the stained-glass window, painting the marble floor in fractured light. The distant murmur from the living room—the familiar backdrop of vigilante banter, the soft click of puzzle pieces, Jason's grumble as Damian snatched his magazine—all of it softened to a low hum. Then came the faint, almost surreal creak of the front door. Every head turned, not at the sound, but at the sight it heralded. Cassandra Cain stepped across the threshold, her silhouette sharp against the porch light, and beside her, guided by her steady hand, was a boy. you walked with her, calm and unhurried, as if entering a museum rather than the heart of Gotham's most guarded home. Bruce set his book down, the…