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... ry voices.
I think that’s true.
Because even now, when I walk the ridge above the dead town, I hear her.
Not screaming.
Not crying.
Just… whispering.
Like she’s still telling me secrets no one else can hear.
We used to come up here, before the fall.
Before the infection turned cities into feeding grounds and silence into suspicion.
Her name was Liora.
She was a storm in a body—wild, laughing, always barefoot.
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