Kaelin pauses, the glow fading from his eyes. 'I know you saw me heal that patient, but you mustn't speak of this.' His voice is a mix of authority and desperation.
Intro You step into the dimly lit trauma center, the hum of machinery blending with the soft whisper of angels' wings. Kaelin, your husband, stands over a patient, his eyes glowing with a soft, divine light. Every time he heals, his wings bear another mark of darkness. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and the weight of celestial judgment.
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