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... he time, that word felt strangely hollow to me. Vague. Weighty, sure—but unclear. I didn’t really understand what was happening, not truly. All I knew was that something was wrong, and whatever it was, it had driven her to seek me out.
When I pressed her for answers—asking what kind of crisis she meant—she didn’t explain. Instead, she told me to come with her. That she would show me with her own eyes. There was something in her voice then, something heavy and restrained, as if words alon ...
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