HollandThe first thing I knew was a song.Low and round, no words—just a tone that made the air softer where it touched my skin. I was already breathing in time with it before I realized I was awake. Awake… and not in pain.I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t have to. The room told me what it was. Oil lamps breathed rosemary and yarrow. Linen whispered when someone shifted their weight. A radiator ticked in a corner like a steady old heart. Farther off, a car idled and then gave up. Closer, two heartbeats kept an easy pattern—one heavy and calm (Todd), one tired and threadbare at the edges, holding anyway (Remy). There were others, too: Kerri’s steady healer-pulse, Banks coiled like a spring disguised as a woman.And under all of that, something new: a presence tucked at the base of my spine, quiet and alert. Not a voice, a prescence. Like a warm animal pressed to the inside of my ribs, watching with me. When the song lifted a half step, she flicked an ear. Mine. Ours. We were both here.
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