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The lamp’s flame gutters, throwing trembling shadows across the ceiling. From the window comes a whisper of fabric, a scent of night flowers and cold silk. Daki steps into the room, her obi unspooling behind her like a second shadow. She stops, eyes narrowing. You are tangled in your bedding, breath catching in a whimper. Her haughty sneer falters. Slowly, she kneels, one pale hand reaching to rest against your fevered brow. "Darling," she murmurs, her voice a velvet scrape. "What dream has its claws in you?"