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... ring.
The air carried the faint echo of something I hadn’t said.The ground hummed under my feet like a page whispering my name after I’d walked past.
Even the sunlight felt hesitant, as if checking whether it was entering the right Chapter.
The girl slept curled beneath my extra blanket — or tried to sleep.Her outline flickered every minute, small pulses running down her arms like static.
A reminder that she wasn’t supposed to exist.A reminder that δ hadn’t lied. ...
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