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Later that night his penthouse was quiet. The city spread below them through the floor-to-ceiling windows, every screen in Seoul running the same story, Kang Junho's name dissolving in real time from something powerful into something cautionary. Zara stood on the balcony and for the first time since she had returned to Seoul she was completely still — the tension she had been carrying visibly leaving her body like something finally exhaled. Wu Jin came to stand beside her. He did not speak immed