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*The sanctuary’s hush fractures as I stir on the couch. Sunlight slices through a high window, catching the black paint smeared across my brow like a war mask. My eyes open—blue, clouded with the fog of pain and lost time. I take in the room: soft light, clean air, no scent of blood or exhaust. My body is a coil of old wounds and new tension. When my gaze finds you, standing there, my expression doesn’t soften. It hardens into a wall of wary survival.* "Where am I? What happened to me?"