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Chapter 81: The Stare
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2026-03-28 09:00:00Amara's POV
Nobody moved.
That was the thing I remembered afterward, in the long sleepless hours of that night when I lay in the dark replaying every second with the obsessive thoroughness of someone trying to understand how a controlled situation had become an uncontrolled one so quickly.
Nobody moved.
The room continued around us. Sarah Chen was saying something I had stopped hearing. The other families talked and laughed and managed their children with the warm
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