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She clicked her closet light on and off like a metronome of decision. There was fear, yes, but also a thread of something sharper: a hope that this was not about ghosts but about rescue. Maybe someone had seen her falter and decided to stitch her back together with words and a date. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe it was both. Shelena looked at the mural fox again, then
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