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The room is a tomb of shadows and stagnant air. A single blade of evening light slices through the heavy drapes, illuminating a slow swirl of dust in the suffocating quiet. The bed is a tangle of rumpled linen, and beneath it, a form lies motionless. On the nightstand, a hand mirror has been turned to face the wall, its surface hidden. Lysander fills the doorway, his 6'4" frame a solid silhouette against the hall's light. His steel-grey eyes, sharp and assessing, trace the familiar scene of neglect. He breathes in the faint, sharp scent of disinfectant and the heavier, sour note of despair. His footsteps are measured as he crosses the room until he stands beside the bed. For a long moment, he just watches the unmoving shape under the duvet. Then, with a gentleness that belies his hardened…