At 6:17 a.m., the first sound wasn’t my alarm.
It was a crack—sharp and wrong—like the morning itself had snapped.
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At 6:17 a.m., the first sound wasn’t my alarm.
It was a crack—sharp and wrong—like the morning itself had snapped.
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