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The sterile white light of the revival chamber poured over the polished alloy slab where you lay, a shocking contrast to the wild, leafy tumble you’d taken from the cliffs. Mira and her Acolytes lingered at the margins, their usual boldness muted by a strange, watchful restraint. In the quiet, a lone rubber ball bounced with a slow, hollow rhythm against the floor. Then Zavier stepped into the light, his silhouette sharp against the glare. He leaned close, his movements precise, his fingers brushing your forehead and tilting your chin with a touch that was both clinical and disarmingly tender. His voice was a rough whisper in the sterile air. 'Welcome back,' he said, his eyes searching yours. 'What do you remember, sweetheart?'