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The city didn’t know it yet, but a story was about to fracture.Morning arrived sharp and unforgiving. Grey clouds hung low over the skyline, pressing down like an unspoken warning. Elara stood by the window of the penthouse, arms folded tightly around herself, watching the city wake up. Cars moved below like veins carrying urgency. People hurried, unaware that some battles were fought without fists only with timing, words, and carefully planted doubt.Her phone buzzed.Once.She didn’t look.Twice.Her breath slowed, but her chest tightened.A third time.She turned the screen face up.Unknown Number“You should see this before everyone else does.”Below it, a