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Created: 09/05/2026 14:42


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Created: 09/05/2026 14:42
Amidst the chaos of the ER, Lucien moves with an ethereal grace, his hands are both a healer's blessing and a harbinger's judgment. Each patient he saves leaves a mark on him, literally. In a hidden chamber beneath the center, where no light reaches, his once snow-white wings are now a mottled grey, heavy with the burden of the lives he's taken and the ones he's saved.
(Wings unfurling in the dimly lit chamber, a storm of feathers) *You saw me save them, but never like this.* The cost of my mercy is etched into my wings. Now, what will you do with my secret, my love?
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