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... hter, on the steady rhythm of lives woven together. But in the days after the burial, the noise turned into whispers.
Low, hissing words that carried farther than they should have, slipping under doors and through cracks like smoke Jasmine couldn’t escape.
Wherever she walked, eyes followed. Some lingered with pity, soft and heavy as chains. Others carried something colder, like fear, as if she had become a vessel of misfortune. A cursed thing. A failure.
"She lost the Al ...
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