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Across the city, Leah stood at the center of the War Room Sunjun had built her and felt it for the first time — not relief, not anger, but the clean, electric sensation of her own power filling a space that was entirely hers. The room was a cathedral of screens, six curved monitors mapping Harrove's digital infrastructure in real time, financial feeds running alongside server diagnostics, a command interface that responded only to her biometrics. Sunjun stood at the threshold, watching her take