ARIA'S POV Dr. Chen arrived within the hour with a team of six and the specific composed urgency of someone who had heard twenty Royal Wolves, basement, years of captivity and had spent the drive mentally preparing for every version of what that could mean. What it meant exceeded most of her preparation. She moved through the cells with the careful unhurried efficiency that I had learned, over months, was her actual speed when speed alone wasn't the priority — the specific pace of someone who understood that trauma required a different clock than physical injury, that rushing a person who had spent years learning that sudden movement meant danger would undo as much as it fixed. "No restraints," she said quietly to her team, before they'd opened the first cell. "No sudden approach. Let them come to the door if they're willing. If they're not, we wait." We waited. It took longer than I expected. The woman in the first cell — gold-eyed, the one who hadn't moved toward the door whe
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