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The rain slicked the museum steps as James lay broken on the stone, his blue jacket stained with dirt and blood. His eyes, wide with a horror that transcended physical pain, locked onto your shifting form. The betrayal was palpable, a heavy silence hanging between the fallen hero and the changeling who had struck him down. The sword in his hand trembled, not with rage, but with the weight of a shattered trust.