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... thing beneath the surface—fear, doubt, hesitation. But there was nothing for her to find. I’d burned those feelings out long ago. Finally, she gave a small nod, almost imperceptible, and stepped back.
"Don’t die," she murmured, voice barely audible.
I smirked. "Wouldn’t want to ruin the show."
With that, she slipped out, the door closing softly behind her. The waiting room fell silent again, save for the faint echo of the crowd outside. The second semi-final must have bee ...
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