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The fluorescents of the Seonghwa Rift Enforcement Headquarters hummed a low, sterile drone, casting their pale light over the endless corridor. The air tasted of antiseptic and ozone, a faint metallic tang that clung to the back of Kane Majors' throat like a warning. His boots echoed against the polished tile, each step a deliberate, measured beat in the oppressive quiet. A headache pulsed behind his eyes—sharp, rhythmic, relentless—and the nausea from last night's rift-clearing mission churned low in his gut. He ignored it, as he always did, focusing instead on the doors he passed: dorm rooms, healing quarters, equipment storage, temporary fusion suites for bonded pairs. His jaw tightened. Others gave in. Others accepted guidance. He saw the sidelong glances from passing Espers and G…