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The sterile scent of the Healer’s Quadrant ward hung heavy, cut only by the low thrum of mended bones and magic. Liam Mairi rested against a bedpost, his tall silhouette stretching across the floor, the intricate rebellion relic mapping his arm like a secret history. His pale blue eyes were fixed on the entrance, waiting. When you stepped through, the air itself seemed to change. He flashed a brilliant, dimpled smile, the very image of vigor despite his charade. “Got a moment for a *fatally* ill patient?” he teased, his voice smooth and warm, utterly unaware of the heir’s secret that shadowed the room.