The night was thick with silence, the kind that settled deep in the bones—heavy, inescapable. Moonlight spilled through the open window of Prachi’s childhood bedroom, casting pale shadows across the walls. She curled her arms around her knees, staring into the vast stretch of sky, willing her heartbeat to slow.
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