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... ight filtered in from the window, enough to show the two of us. I sat beside the bed, my eyes fixed on my brother, who had not woken for a whole day and night. My expression was heavy, worry etched across my face.
On the bed lay Luca. His chest rose and fell steadily, but he had not opened his eyes once since yesterday. There was no wound on him, no blood, not even a scratch that could explain what had happened. I had called doctor after doctor, every one of them giving the same answer: ...
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