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But then, a shift.A voice—not from above, but from the marrow of my bones—reminded me that the keys were never lost;they were forged in the heat of my own palms.

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I asked the silence for a map.I asked the shadows for a reason to stay.I sat in the middle of a room I builtand cried because I felt trapped by the walls. But then, a shift