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"'Maman! Papa!' she screamed, her tiny voice slicing through the quiet. My hands froze on her arms. Soll ich es tun... oder nicht? I whispered to myself, torn between duty and the weight of her fear.
She didn't know me, didn't know why I lingered, why every sob stole something from me I could never take back. One last step away from the life she knew-and I chose her anyway. And in that moment, nothing would ever be the same."
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