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Kostantiniyye 1490 Seref shivered violently and unconsciously tugged the blanket tighter around her. She dimly felt the cot shift, and someone press a cold palm against her forehead. She furrowed her brow, wanting to twist away from the icy chill, but her entire body seemed to ache. She didn't want to move. Through the fog she could hear…something…her name? She knew she should answer, but she was exhausted. All she wanted was to keep sleeping. Yusuf slowly sat back again, his hand slipping from Seref's head. It had been almost forty-eight hours, and still no improvement. He could hear the doctor speaking in quiet tones to Ishak,