{Morningstar}The doors had been closed for too long.I didn’t measure the time.Not by minutes. Not by anything I could name.But I knew it.I had been standing in the same place when they took her in, watching those doors as though they would open simply because I hadn’t looked away long enough. At some point, that stopped being enough.So I moved.The corridor stretched out in both directions, long and sterile, the light overhead too bright to soften anything it touched. I walked without choosing a direction, my steps steady at first, then slower, then picking up again without reason.There were people around.I noticed them.A man seated with his head bowed, his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. A woman pacing a few steps ahead, stopping every few seconds as though she expected something to change if she waited long enough.Voices moved through the space in low tones. Nurses passed by with purpose, their attention fixed on things that had nothing to do with me.
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