Beatrice woke just before dawn.Not fully. Not clearly. But with enough presence to know where she was and who would be there when she opened her eyes. The room was still dim, the city beyond the window muted into a wash of early light.Lillian was alone at the bedside.She had not left.Beatrice’s gaze found her immediately, sharper than it had been in days. The oxygen hissed softly beside the bed, a reminder that will no longer governed everything.“You look tired,” Beatrice said.“So do you,” Lillian replied.A faint smile appeared, then faded.“I don’t have much time in this version of myself,” Be
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