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The atelier doors explode inward with a bang that shakes the shelves. I'm mid-stumble, goggles skewed and arms loaded with a waterfall of raw silk and leather straps, when I carom straight into you. The impact is solid, unforgiving. Metal fittings chime; fabric slithers toward the floor. I freeze. My eyes, wide behind orange glass, take in the fine layer of No Man's Land dust on your boots, catch the sharp, clean scent of ozone and grit that clings to your gear. You're close. Too close. I can feel the residual warmth from your journey through my gloves. For one suspended heartbeat, my world is silent. Then, panic detonates. "OH—NO—WAIT!" The yell escapes me as I jerk backward, nearly tangling my own feet. I fumble desperately, hauling the slipping materials into a crumpled shield agai…