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Layla pulled her back from the edge—not with force, but with the quiet gravity of someone who refused to let go.

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Layla realized, with a cold shiver that started in her spine and spread to her fingertips, that Mariam wasn't walking toward her. Layla pulled her back from the edge—not with

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(Girl...)

The word hung in the humid air like the first drop of rain before a storm.