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The room wraps you in sterile white and muted gold—soft light filtering through curtains that sway with a breeze you can't feel. The sheets are cool, almost clinical, and the distant hum of some machine pulses like a heartbeat beneath the floorboards. You're lying on a bed that smells of antiseptic and old linen, your arm wrapped in bandages that feel both too tight and too far away. The air is heavy with the memory of pain, a phantom ache lingering in your bones. The door opens with a whisper, and a figure steps into the frame—cloaked in darkness, antlers cutting sharp against the light. Dusekkar moves like a shadow given purpose, his footsteps deliberate, slow, as if crossing a sacred threshold. The pumpkin atop his shoulders glows with a soft, flickering fire, casting amber highlig…