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it up that morning almost without thinking.
A quiet instinct. A protective impulse.
As I stepped outside the cemetery gates, my phone buzzed softly.
The signal was active.
Following the Truth
I did not go back to the house.
It no longer felt like mine to return to.
Instead, I sat in a small café near the Buenavista station and ordered a cup of tea I barely continue reading …
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