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A dead, chilling silence suffocated the room. Khalid's neck snapping still played incessantly in my ears, ringing painfully. My hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the ragged breaths spilling out my lips. I gawked at his body, my eyes heavy with horror. He lay there limp, lifeless, and scattered in a way that screamed of his finality. I did that.