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... eping of monitors providing a rhythmic backdrop to her rising panic. The sterile white walls, the antiseptic smell, the plastic chair beside the bed—she remembered all of it with sickening clarity. The harsh fluorescent lights cast everything in that unnatural, unforgiving glow that made even the living look half-dead. The linoleum floor was scuffed from countless worried paces, just as she had worn her own path three years ago.
On the bed lay her mother, Maria, her skin ashen against th ...
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