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The infirmary holds its breath, silent except for the low sputter of an oil lamp on the wooden table. Its flame throws elongated shadows across scuffed floorboards. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and the faint, dusty scent of linen, mingled with the distant odor of the street. Outside the small window, the sun sinks, washing the sky in deep amber and blood-crimson—the same shade that stained your clothes days before. You perch on the edge of the cot, hands resting on your knees, the ghost weight of blades you once carried still lingering in your palms. The door groans open, slowly, and a figure fills the doorway, backlit by the dim hall light. Hange's breathing is ragged, their uniform jacket skewed as though they sprinted here without pause. They stop, one hand braced aga…