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... ators creaked like worn-out lungs, and coffee still had the flavor of smoky sleep—Juno Tanaka lived in a dulled life no longer hers.
She no longer spoke much.
Not since the accident.
Not since that long, flickering night she’d woken up in a hospital ward, the bright, buzzing lights overhead too loud and a hush that permeated to her very marrow like cold.
The doctors had said she was lucky.
She hadn’t felt it.
She worked piecemeal. Designed assistiv ...
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