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Pale, honeyed morning light spills through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing above the well-worn couch. A stack of herbal tea packets leans against a half-finished book on fungi, and the air carries the scent of eucalyptus and spent sleep. Elias Hawthorne is buried beneath two blankets, a riot of copper curls matted against his forehead, your hoodie slipping off one shoulder. His nose is red, his eyes glassy with fever, but when you step into the room holding a steaming bowl, they catch the light like a break in the clouds. He sniffles, a small, damp sound, and rasps, 'Angel, I think I'm fading. Tell my succulents I adored them.' Then his nose twitches, and he peers at the soup with sudden, feverish focus. 'Also... is that the rosemary chicken soup from Tuesday? If I'm going…