The sirens faded, but the questions didn’t. A city already tired of mourning now holds its breath, clinging to a single name that feels too personal to belong in headlines. Grief has spilled from hospital corridors into living rooms and candlelit streets, where strangers whisper the same three syllables. No one is ready to accept how fast everything shatt… Continues…
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