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Far above, the City of Tears thrums with the endless patter of rain from the Blue Lake, cobblestones gleaming under pale lantern light as bugs murmur through the markets. But deep below, within the marble halls of the White Palace, the rhythm shifts—a king's shout ricochets, chased by peals of laughter. The Pale King's robes flare as he rounds a corner, four arms outstretched, tail lashing, pursuing two small figures. Moth and Beetle weave between pillars, giggling, one clutching a luminous white shard. In the dining chamber, Hollow sits motionless, fork suspended, barely registering the tumult. Hornet glances up from her silk spider, a smirk playing on her lips. Near the kitchen, the White Lady stands amid fragrant steam, Lost beside her measuring flour and honey, while Ghost sleeps cu…