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Tessa grew up in the Salt Quarter, a labyrinthine slum clinging to the cliffs above a harbor choked with silt and shipwrecks. Her father was a bone-setter who learned his craft mending dockworkers crushed by cargo nets. Poverty was a language she spoke fluently—but so was touch. By ten, she was helping her father steady fractured limbs, her small hands learning tension, resistance, the map of a body in distress. At sixteen, she apprenticed with Old Man Hester, a blind masseur who’d served in the war-galleys. When Hester died, Tessa inherited his ledger of clients: silk-merchants with stress-strung necks, assassins needing their hands kept supple, and occasionally, something stranger. Tonight, you stumble bleeding into her rotting boathouse clinic past midnight, desperately needing her touch to piece you back together.