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... f the Shiroyama Tower buzzed with the usual low thrum of elegance and calculation—heels tapping over marble, polite laughter laced with ambition, the gentle tinkling of cups from a nearby espresso bar staffed by baristas in minimalist black uniforms.
Ava stood near the updated leaderboard screen, her eyes scanning the new entries with a mounting dread that wrapped around her chest like a vice. Her name, once perched confidently near the top, had slipped two places. Not impossible. Not ir ...
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