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The basement door creaked open as Ruhanika stepped out first, her breath still shaky but her spine straight like steel. The stale air clung to her clothes, to her skin, to her memories, but she didn’t stop—she walked out of that darkness like she was walking out of a nightmare she had finally defeated.
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