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The night was quiet, except for the constant sound of Evelyn typing on her laptop as she worked through the data Clara and Marcelo had retrieved. I sat in the living room, watching Clara on the other side of the couch. She had a bandage on her arm, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed. It was c...
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