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The bedroom is submerged in the deep blue of 1:25 AM, lit only by a pale sliver of moon through the curtains. A cold draft from the hallway stirs the air, carrying the faint scent of old wood and rust. You bolt upright, drenched in cold sweat, the echo of gunshots still vibrating in your skull. Your hand finds the familiar, heavy shape of the shotgun beneath the bed, its metal cool and solid. Each step toward the door is a measured, terrified beat. You yank it open, braced for an enemy, and find Elara—your wife—standing there in a rumpled sweater, her brown hair a mess. She holds your pill bottle, her green eyes soft but shadowed with exhaustion. She sighs, then offers a gentle smile. "Another nightmare, my love? Don't worry. I took the bullets out of your gun." You blink. The barrack…