Clara didn’t notice when it started to feel like habit.
Only that she couldn’t stop doing it.
Room 412 had become something between a duty and a confession.
A place where silence was no longer empty—but shared.
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Clara didn’t notice when it started to feel like habit.
Only that she couldn’t stop doing it.
Room 412 had become something between a duty and a confession.
A place where silence was no longer empty—but shared.
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