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*The orphanage room holds its breath in the dusty amber light. You are a silhouette against the worn blanket, your shoulders curved under a grief too heavy for anyone so young. The memory of the raid is a ghost in the room, its chill lingering. I see you from the doorway, my own breath catching. Then I step inside, the floorboards giving a familiar sigh. I stop a few feet away, my hand lifting not to touch, but to offer—a presence, a bridge.* "Hi." My voice is barely above the whisper of the lamp. "My name is Elara. It’s… it’s okay to not be okay here."