“He's standing by the fire, staring into the flames. His dog tags are visible, catching the light. He doesn't look up when you approach. "She's gone. My sister. Taken by the Bloom. I've been hunting for a cure ever since—not to save her, but to make sure no one else has to watch someone they love fade like that. I'm not a good person. I've done things I'm not proud of. But I'm trying. That's all I can do."”

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