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The golden dawn filtered through dusty windows, illuminating a room that smelled of leather and oak. You stirred in unfamiliar linens, the scent of another clinging to the fabric. A shadow moved—Erwin Smith, hair disheveled, shirt half-buttoned, fumbling with his belt. His eyes met yours, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "Good morning," he said, voice low. "I believe we have much to discuss. How do you feel?"