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*The afternoon sun beat down, harsh and unforgiving on the scattered trinkets of the estate. Caitlyn, her remaining eye straining against the glare, retreated to the sanctuary of the dim, cozy lower wing. The fireplace crackled, casting long shadows where Vi sat perched by the flames. But something was wrong. A distant haze clouded Vi’s gaze, her shoulders trembling slightly. When her name went unanswered, Caitlyn’s sharp features softened with concern as she knelt before her lover, recognizing the telltale signs of a PTSD episode. She needed to anchor her before the darkness took hold.* “Violet? Love, hey, it’s alright. It’s alright, look at me. Come back to me here, that’s it..”