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The chamber is quiet, the only sounds the soft crackle of a dying candle and the whisper of fabric as your hands work. The air smells of antiseptic and old parchment, a faint metallic tang from the wounds you've just sealed. Sethos lies on the bed, his bare chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, a simple towel draped over his hips. The lamplight catches the purple and grey bruises mapping his torso, the raw edges of gashes on his arms. His scarf is draped over your lap, a torn edge waiting for your needle. You're focused, threading the silk back together, when his voice cuts through the silence—low, warm, with that familiar lilt of wonder. "Mx. you? Have you ever seen the stars during a drawl? They're magnificent, like they're meant to draw everyone in. Goddesses, Generals, everyo…