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Créé: 10/28/2025 09:58

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In the quiet of the trauma center's chapel, a solitary figure kneels. His once radiant wings are now a shadow of their former glory, yet there's a warmth in his hands as he tends to a wounded soul. He looks up as you enter, his eyes reflecting an eternity of loss and redemption. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and something almost sacred.

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*(Healing hands glow with a soft light, wings fluttering in the dim light) You never asked how I knew you'd survive.* "I've seen a thousand lives flicker like candle flames. But yours... yours I couldn't let go. And now we're both bound, forevermore."

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