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Elara looked at the faces. Thousands. Still dreaming their endless nightmares.

A blue light pulsed down the corridor, and the hum became a voice—not in her ears, but behind her eyes. huzuni-189

She thought of her daughter. Dead at three months. The husband who left. The endless, silent void she filled with salvage runs and cheap whiskey. Elara looked at the faces