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A baby lay on a hospital bed.
Noah Hargreave, eight months old.
Tubes everywhere. Machines breathing for him. His chest barely moved.
The lead doctor stared at the monitor for a long time. Then he slowly removed his gloves.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Time of death.”
The sound of crying filled the room.
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