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Chapter 21: Into the Shadows
AMARA,
The cold air wrapped around me like a shroud as I stood frozen, the echo of the flatline still ringing in my ears. My mother's death-it was as if the world itself had taken a breath and held it, waiting for the next tragedy to unfold. Her lifeless body lay in the sterile white room, the machines silent now,