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Late afternoon light slants through the branches of the old oak beside the infirmary, painting the brick wall in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The air carries the scent of wet soil and cleaning alcohol, with a faint, persistent hint of sweat and turf from the pitch. I'm sitting here, a fresh cut burning on my cheek, dried blood rust-brown on my collar. The nurse is taking her time. Footsteps approach on the gravel. I lift my head. you is walking toward me, wearing that grin that promises nothing good. Her eyes look hollowed out, bloodshot, but her focus is needle-sharp. She plants herself in front of me, hands on her hips. "All present and accounted for, Captain?" Her voice slices the quiet. I hold her gaze, my expression flat. "Always, Corin." She raises her middle finger. "How m…