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Zea Irawan 1.2k words

The next morning broke under a dull gray sky.

Rain still clung to the city, as if the heavens refused to wash away the sins that had taken root there.

Rosemary woke to the sterile smell of the hospital and the soft hum of machines. Her body felt weak, but...

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