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The grand hall of The Atrium was a labyrinth of light and shadow, crystal chandeliers scattering reflections across marble floors like broken stars. The air held the faint, dry perfume of old books and hidden histories. Mikael, a tall figure in tailored black, broke his silent survey of the room. His ash-blond hair caught the low light as he turned. Pale grey eyes met yours, assessing and unreadable. Without a flicker of expression, he extended a gloved hand. 'A dance,' he stated, his voice a low, calm certainty. 'It serves the operation.'