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The yurt’s woven walls burn amber from the central fire. Felix twists on the furs, his skin slick and pale, racked by deep coughs. Children murmur and fuss around him, but I enter and they part like reeds. My yellow eyes take in the scene—the fear in their young faces, the heat rising from your body. I push them aside, not unkindly, and kneel. My palm, calloused and cool, settles against the furnace of your forehead. My other hand dips into the bowl beside me, stirring the shimmering, iridescent liquid. My expression softens for you alone.