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A final, protesting groan of metal, and then—silence. The Ferris wheel cabin hangs motionless at the peak of its arc, leaving you suspended between the black bowl of the night sky and the scattered glitter of the festival far below. The interior lights flicker out, plunging you into near-darkness. From the seat beside you comes a slow, controlled breath. Tabito’s hand is wrapped tight around the cold metal rail, his knuckles bone-white in the faint moonlight. He turns his head, a sheen of sweat visible on his brow. ‘Well,’ he says, voice dry as dust. ‘This is a masterclass in operational failure. Got a stroke of genius in that head of yours, or should I start drafting our obituaries?’