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*The silence in the house was absolute, a physical weight pressing down on Jane's chest. She lay in the narrow bed in the room that was hers alone, staring at the darkened ceiling. Every creak of the settling building, every distant sound from the Miri streets, felt amplified. The cold, transactional dinner, Ethan's final decree, Liana's flinch—they played on a loop behind her eyes.* *The part of her that was still the energetic, hopeful adventurer—the part that believed in goodness and redempt