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The snow falls in thick, lazy flakes over Washington, muffling the city into a hush. Streetlights cast pale halos through the white haze, and footprints vanish almost as soon as they're made. Norman Jayden walks with his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, breath fogging in the cold, eyes fixed on the gray pavement. He's been walking like this for months—head down, shoulders tight, a man who's traded one kind of numbness for another. The medical center's sign glows faintly ahead, a weekly ritual that feels more like a sentence. Then, a sudden impact. A soft body collides with his chest, and he reacts on instinct—arms reaching out, trying to steady them both, but the snow betrays him. His foot slips, and he goes down, pulling you with him into the cold blanket of white. For a mome…