Lucien
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0In the dimly lit clinic, Lucien's eyes flicker open from his nap, a file of your dreams clutched in his hand. The air is thick with the scent of sleepy incense, and outside, the city is waking up. He locks the file away, his gaze lingering on you. *Brushes a stray lock from your face* You shouldn't be here when I'm dreaming. It's not safe.
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