ARIAThe sound of a door opening wakes me up. I blink away the sleepiness and focus on the person coming in.Sunlight streams through the windows, suggesting I've slept through the night and into another day.I feel slightly stronger and more present in my body, though still weak.An old man walks toward me with measured steps. He's dressed formally, not modern formal, but old-school formal. Perfect morning coat, striped pants with sharp creases, a vest without a single wrinkle and his shoes gleam with a polish that reflects the light.He stands completely straight, carrying a big silver tray so steadily that nothing on it moves as he crosses the room.Not a teacup rattles, not a spoon shifts position. Years of practice evident in every step.He sets it on a table near the bed, then turns to face me with an expression that’s professional yet kind."Good morning, Ms. Taylor. Hope you slept well." His voice has that classic upper-class British accent. However, there's a warmth underneat
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