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The first pale gold of dawn seeped through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across a room that held the lingering scents of worn leather and old wood. You shifted in the strange bed, the linen carrying a faint, unfamiliar musk. A figure moved in the half-light—Erwin Smith, his usually impeccable hair tousled, his shirt hanging open as he fastened his belt with uncharacteristic clumsiness. His eyes found yours, and for a fleeting moment, something raw and unguarded flickered within their blue depths before his expression smoothed into its customary reserve. "Good morning," he said, his voice a low rumble. "It appears we have considerable ground to cover. Tell me, how are you feeling?"