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... thin veil of silver, the neon lights reflecting off the wet pavement like shattered fragments of a forgotten dream.
Evelyn Carter sat alone on a bus stop bench, her hands clenched into tight fists inside the sleeves of her oversized hoodie.
The damp chill of the night seeped into her skin, but she hardly noticed.
Her chest felt heavier than usual tonight, a dull ache pressing against her ribs—familiar, suffocating.
The silence had weight.
A presence.
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