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... k resting in her hands.
At a glance, she might have appeared calm, engrossed in her reading. But to anyone who knew her well, the subtle signs of her nervousness were clear.
Her right index finger tapped a rapid, restless rhythm against the book’s cover, betraying her unease. Her eyes darted across the same page repeatedly, moving too quickly to truly absorb the words.
She wasn’t reading—she was waiting, her mind racing far beyond the confines of the text.
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