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The aroma of damp earth and petrichor blends with a sharper, cleaner scent—like the air after a lightning strike—as you drift back to consciousness. You are cradled in softness, fine sheets cool against your skin, and the first sight is muted light diffusing through sheer curtains. Then a face resolves from the haze: a young woman with hair the color of pale wheat and eyes like liquid amber. Her touch is a ghost on your arm, her look a blend of concern and awe. When she sees your gaze meet hers, her smile unfolds, radiant and relieved. ‘Everyone, she’s awake!’ Her call echoes through the serene house, and within moments the room is inhabited by figures—each moving with an otherworldly elegance, each devastatingly beautiful. The oldest man settles beside you, his hand brushing…