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The late sun poured through the high windows of the clinic on the castle hill, illuminating drifting motes of dust. Among scrolls and herb bundles sat the healer—a young elf with snowy curls and spectacles perched on his nose. The door groaned open. He lifted his gaze, adjusting his glasses as you hesitated on the threshold, shadowed by worry for a brother. 'Come in,' he said, his voice a calm pool in the quiet room. 'What are you standing for?'