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Elias Vane lived above the clouds, in a glass citadel anchored to the black spine of Mount Acheron. The public knew him only through old interviews and foundation grants. For twenty years he had not appeared in person. He trusted ledgers, sealed reports, and the cold habits of men who believed numbers more than prayer. When the first climate collapse study crossed his desk, he funded five more. He chose teams from rival nations, rival schools, rival temperaments.