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Nicol arrived like a name worn differently at each door she passed through: Nicol, Nicol Mandorla, Claire, Benz, Lady Dia. Each alias was less a disguise than a facet, a deliberate tilt of the light to reveal an angle of the same person that the world had not yet understood. This chronicle tracks those turns—moments when identity bent into performance, when memory braided with myth, when ordinary days became public poems.