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Hope in the darkness
(Emma) The soft knock on the door woke me from a sleep I hadn’t realized I’d fallen into. My mind was hazy, my body heavy, as though I’d been drained of every ounce of energy. I didn’t know how long I had been out, but the exhaustion that clung to me suggested hours—maybe hours. I groaned softly as I rubbed my eyes, struggling to clear my mind. I had to get up, I knew that. But I couldn’t lie in bed forever, hiding from what awaited me. So, I slowly dragged myself out from beneath the covers, my muscles aching with every movement. When I reached the door, I swung it open, only to find Dr. Harris standing in the doorway, a clipboard in one hand and a small bottle tucked under his arm. His usual professional demeanor was softened by a hint of concern, though he tried to keep it masked. "H
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