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Lilith threw everything she had—memories weaponized, traumas looped, pain amplified. Jennifer’s mind became a burning house. She saw her mother dying in a plastic hospital tube. She saw her first kill, the man’s eyes going soft and confused. She saw herself alone in a cold apartment, counting scars instead of friends.

Tonight, it ended.

“Not a bullet,” Jennifer whispered into the wind. “A surrender.”