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2. Silence After the STORM

Morning came gently.

Soft light filtered through the frost-kissed window, painting the room in hues of silver and gold. The chaos of the night before still lingered—crumpled clothes, a damp towel on the floor, the faint scent of something sterile and bitter—but the silence now felt… different.

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