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Lena's voice did not waver, but her hands, folded in her lap, were white-knuckled.

Giulia's face had gone pale. "But the collapse—it happened anyway. Three years after the closure. No one was inside." lena bacci

"This is where it is," she said, handing the map to Giulia. "Take it. Write the truth. Marco's cough—the one that killed him—it came from the dust, yes. But it came from the fear too. From swallowing his own voice for thirty years." Lena's voice did not waver, but her hands,