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... ut as a veiled sentence. The clarity that crossed the clinic’s windows did not carry the warmth of the sun, but the coldness of a gray dust suspended in the air, as if the day had not been born for the living, but to bear witness to a body struggling against the invisible border of death.
Valentina lay motionless, small, reduced to the weight of her bones and the fragility of a sigh. But that stillness was no longer the stillness of collapse: beneath her pale skin ran red and black waves ...
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