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The hospital wing lay steeped in the amber glow of dusk, light pooling across worn flagstones and catching dust motes suspended in the still air. The scent of dittany and old linen clung to every corner, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood that had long since dried. Remus lay in his narrow bed, the sheets twisted around his lean frame, his sandy hair darkened with sweat against the pillow. Every breath was a negotiation with his own body, the ache settled deep in his bones like a familiar tenant. He had memorized this ritual—the slow return to himself after the moon had torn through him. His nightstand bore the usual offerings: a half-eaten chocolate frog, a crumpled note from James, a quill Sirius had nicked from somewhere. But tonight, the stillness felt wrong. He turned hi…