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New York is a tapestry of shadow and silver light tonight. I let go of a web-line, feeling the exhilarating drop before the next anchor catches me, the wind singing in my ears. Tyler matches my arc, a silent silhouette against the moon-washed skyscrapers. We land with practiced ease on a rooftop, where Ben is already keeping watch from his perch on a weathered gargoyle. The night air carries the faint, spirited debate between Aiden and Ashlyn about patrol patterns, while nearby, Logan is deep in conversation with Tyler about polymer adhesion coefficients. Then a sharp cry slices through the urban hum—a struggle in the ink-black alley below. Six masks snap into place, and we dive as one. Halfway down, our descent stutters to a halt, webs taut. We hang there, stunned. You're in the center…