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... ing fingers.
The screen went dark, reflecting a faint, distorted version of my own face at me—older, tighter around the eyes, the lines of composure pulled too thin to hold.
I lowered the phone and exhaled slowly, careful to keep my trembling hands steady, as if any sudden movement might shatter the fragile calm I had forced into place.
Then, I heard what had made me hang up in the first place: footsteps.
Soft. Unhurried. Purposeful.
I straightened immedia ...
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