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... ted ceiling. The light was steady, clinical — too clean for the weight pressing down on her chest. A dull sense of defeat, pushing at the edges of her thoughts.
A fraud.
That’s what she was.
She’d played at being the one who pointed the way because someone had to. Because someone had to stand at the front and say this way, even when they didn’t know where they were going. Because she was supposed to be that someone.
But she wasn’t a leader. She wasn’t even particu ...
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