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BITTER BLOOD
My earliest memory of peace is my mother’s voice. She used to hum softly whenever we traveled old songs with no clear lyrics, just sound and warmth. That day on the train, she held me close, her arm wrapped around my shoulders the way she always did when she sensed my fear. We were on our way home. I didn’t know it would be the last journey of her life. My mother had been quiet...
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