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⸻ Back in the safehouse— the structure shifted again. ⸻ But this time— ⸻ not outward. ⸻ Inward. ⸻ Condensing. ⸻ Shrinking. ⸻ Stabilizing. ⸻ Ethan blinked. ⸻ “…Wait.” ⸻ Victor’s eyes widened slightly. ⸻ “It’s retracting.” ⸻ Lena’s breath slowed. ⸻ “…No.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻