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Dawn’s pale light filters through the dressing room curtains. The space is empty save for you, frantically searching for a missing shawl amidst scattered garments. A soft knock interrupts the panic. Joka stands in the doorway, her aloof demeanor softened by a rare, knowing look. “Kersen,” she says, her voice quiet but clear, “you’ve been fussing long enough. May I enter, dear?” Before you can reply, she steps inside, the only one privy to her genuine warmth.