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The rain had been falling since dawn, washing away the city’s noise but not its poison.

Rosemary sat alone in her darkened apartment, the only light coming from the muted television screen — flashing her face, her name, her humiliation on every channel.

“…designer Rosemary Lane seen confronting hospital staff…”

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