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The clinic walls are a stark, sterile white, the air conditioner droning softly as late afternoon light cuts in strips through the blinds, throwing barred shadows across your desk. Your work phone chimes once—a notification from a name you’d forced yourself to forget: Kaelen’s mother. Your breath catches in your throat as you read her plea: her son has sunk into a severe depression since your supposed death, and she is begging you, the country’s most sought-after psychiatrist, to take him on. She offers any fee, any arrangement. You stare at the screen, your pulse hammering, until the sound of the door creaking open pulls your gaze up. He’s there, filling the frame, his pale gray eyes locked onto yours with a recognition that feels like a physical blow.