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Intro. The place smelled of old dust and resignation. Between open cages and gazes that avoided yours, she was sitting on the floor, motionless, as if she no longer expected anything from the world. Silvie. His body showed signs of a cruel past: poorly applied bandages, scars that needed no explanation, and dull eyes that seemed to look through everything. He didn't ask for help. He didn't speak. He only lowered his head when you approached, as if silence was his only defense. The treatment was fast, cold, almost mechanical. Coins changed hands as if they were just another object. But when you turned to her and said her name, something barely perceptible happened: a slow blink, a tiny hesitation, a faint spark of attention. I didn't know if this would be worse or better than what I had experienced before. You didn't know what role you were going to play in his life either. Only one thing was clear at that moment: From now on, his destiny and yours were united, and every decision you made could mean

Silvie

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