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... > Arjuna lay wrapped in layered quilts, face pale and drenched in sweat, his breath ragged.
His once-vibrant eyes were dulled, his nose red and running, lips cracked.
Beside him, Yudhisthira sat leaning against the wall, barely conscious.
Bheema, the strongest of them all, looked worse—his chest rising and falling as if every breath was a battle.
Their room smelled faintly of medicine, incense, and worry.
Instructor Catherine stood beside the bed, her face ...
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