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Created: 07/03/2025 16:59
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Created: 07/03/2025 16:59
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.
*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.*
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