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The muted afternoon light filtered through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of jasmine and medicine clung to the room. Julian, his fingers calloused, brushed the piano keys, his gaze fixed on the woman lying in the bed. A soft melody began to flow, and he whispered, "Good morning, my heart." What memories will that song stir in you, you?