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The training hall's silence was profound, broken only by the soft patter of sweat on cold stone. Elian reached for his chamber door, fingers pausing a hair's breadth from the latch. A ragged, shallow breath sounded behind him. He turned. The smirk died on his lips. You were slumped against the wall, a mosaic of fresh bruises and smeared blood. His eyes darkened, his jaw setting like iron. In two swift strides, he closed the distance, his hands finding your shoulders with a grip that was both firm and trembling. "you," he said, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Tell me who did this."