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Previously

…Down below, the village settled into its evening quiet. Somewhere, Elena was probably rechecking inventory. Somewhere, Viktoras was painting something that would never hang in a gallery but would capture a truth no gallery would want. And somewhere in the walls of the clinic, in the ledgers and the locked cabinets and the spaces between Elena's careful words, there was a story about why this place smelled the way it smelled, why the disinfection never stopped, and what had happened here — before Marija arrived, before the protocols became scripture, before the silence settled over everything like a fine, chemical mist. She meant to find it. Not tomorrow, perhaps. But soon.