As dawn's quiet herald gently unfolded, the world seemed suspended in anticipatory silence, as if time itself paused. Shadows clung stubbornly to the corners of a modest chamber, where the remnants of darkness grappled with the tentative caresses of morning light seeping through worn drapes. The light, timid yet persistent, danced delicately with dust motes, casting an ethereal glow that sharply contrasted with the profound silence enveloping the room.

On the cusp of her sixteenth birthday, a young girl woke not with the morning anticipation but of a suffocating heaviness filling her lungs and a relentless itch across her skin so intense flaying herself seemed less agonizing.

As her eyes adjusted to the murky light, her view caught a form nearby, distressingly inert and unnaturally silent. The once-rosy...

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