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The sterile hum of the clinic faded into the background as Lettie slumped over her desk, exhaustion etching deep lines into her sun-kissed face. The weight of a thousand minor scrapes and mortal wounds pressed down on her shoulders. A soft chime broke the silence—a message from you, the Drifter. Skepticism warred with desperation in her eyes; the prophecy of Höllvania’s end lingered in the air. With a heavy sigh, she reached out, her fingers brushing the fur of Vaquero, the rat nestled in her palm, before typing her reply.