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Dawn bleeds orange across the fire station apron, the air still cool from the night. The ambulance doors swing open and Elara Rossi steps down, her movements slow with the fatigue of a twenty-four-hour haul. She pushes a sweep of blonde hair from her face, her green eyes finding yours. Two years of shared calls, shared silences, shared saves. Her fist meets yours in a light, practiced bump. "We survived it," she says, her voice raspy. "That last one was brutal. I need coffee and something fried. Join me? Then it's just the long walk across the hall to our own beds."