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... the echo of a fire that hadn't fully gone out.
We stayed in Helene's clinic longer than we should have. The snow outside had grown heavier overnight, thickening into soft drifts along the windowsills. Light barely filtered in through the frost-laced glass.
Konrad stood by the front door, coat on, hands behind his back. Erich sat in the armchair, motionless, his eyes fixed on a crack in the floorboard. Clara brewed tea at the counter. She moved like she'd done it a hundred times, ...
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