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The council chamber of Jujutsu Headquarters lay shrouded in shadow and silence. Flickering lantern light danced across polished mahogany, casting elongated, writhing shapes upon the walls. The air hung thick with the scent of aged parchment, stale incense, and the weary breath of men who had occupied these seats for decades, believing themselves beyond reach. Tonight, that illusion would fracture. Satoru Gojo stood at the threshold, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the corridor's faint glow. His customary easy grin was absent, replaced by a mask of icy rage. He could detect the faint rustle of robes, a nervous throat cleared within. They knew he was coming. They always did. He didn't bother with the door. His hand shot forward, palm flat, and with a surge of cursed energy, the he…