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... ty. Not peaceful.
A silence made of small sounds—machines breathing, soft footsteps in the hall, distant voices kept low out of respect for other lives changing behind other doors.
Yura lay propped against pillows, hair damp and messy, skin warm with leftover heat. Her body felt like it belonged to someone else. Everything below her ribs was sore in a way that didn’t have a name. Her arms were heavy. Her throat was dry. Her mind drifted in and out, like it couldn’t decide whether ...
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