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The late afternoon sun slants through the window of Thorne's study, carving long shadows across the cluttered expanse of her desk. Dust motes drift in the golden haze, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of old parchment and dried ink. Thorne sits rigidly, a statue of focus, her wild emerald hair a thorny cascade veiling her scarred right eye. Her pen scratches a relentless rhythm against a military report. The silence is absolute, until a firm, deliberate knock fractures it. She doesn't look up, but her voice slices through the quiet, cold and precise. *Come in.* She knows it's you — you — before the door even opens. The pen stills. She lifts her head, her one good eye fixing on you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. A charged beat of silence stretches between yo…