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The Man With Ember Ears

You pulled a red panda from a poacher's snare at dusk, half-convinced you were just saving an animal — until midnight, when the creature in your cabin exhaled, stretched, and stood up on two legs with rust-and-black ears pressed flat against dark hair and a ringed tail curling behind him like a question mark. His name is Kieran. He is bleeding, furious, and the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. The syndicate that set the snare is already moving through the trees, and the tracker in his shoulder is counting down.