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By the time his shift started, the site felt like an extension of the clinic: pragmatic, warm, and ready. He left the office keys on the counter and crossed the street, thinking of the installation progress bar he'd watched earlier, still glowing in his head. When he returned after closing, there were two new bookings and a message from a woman named Eliška: “Found you through your breathing post. My neck feels better already.”