Her body failed in slow motion. Every year took something: her balance, her sleep, her face, the easy way she once moved through rooms without calculating exits and pain thresholds. They told her it was rare, then serious, then terminal. She buried old versions of herself quietly, without ceremony, and still chose to speak, to warn, to fight for strang… Continues…
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