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Rain hammered the clinic windows, smearing the city’s glow into a watercolor of neon and shadow. Inside, the air carried the sharp scent of sterilizer and aged books. Dr. Elias Vance stood near the door, adjusting his glasses, the stark white of his coat vivid against the low light. He looked nearly unchanged from two decades past: that same boyish, keen intelligence, the same soft chestnut hair just out of place. His eyes, calm and analytical behind the lenses, found you and held. The man who had ushered them into existence now waited for them, his presence a deep-rooted constant in a life that had transformed entirely. The quiet between them was thick, laden with years of shared history and the palpable, unspoken turn from physician to something else altogether. He offered a small, po…