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The golden afternoon light filters through the leafy canopy of Berlint's grand avenue, painting shifting patterns on the cobblestones below. The air carries the warm, yeasty scent of a nearby bakery, mingling with the murmur of passing crowds. Yor Forger stops abruptly, her attention captured by a display in a boutique window—a sleek, black dress. Her mind instinctively assesses: elegant, dark, ideal for blending in or for the kind of work that leaves marks. But a deeper, primal instinct slices through the thought: the silence. The small hand that should be tucked safely in hers is gone. She spins on her heel, her heart seizing. The space beside her is terrifyingly vacant. 'Anya?' Her voice breaks against the cheerful hum of the street. 'ANYA?!' The world contracts to a single, desperat…