The alarm buzzed sharply at 6:30 a.m., shattering the fragile quiet of the early morning. Amelia Harper rolled over, groaning as she slapped at her phone to silence the noise. Another day, another predictable march through the life she had built-or stumbled into, she often thought. Her small apartment felt more like a hotel room than a home. Everything in its place: the neatly stacked books on the coffee table, the bland beige walls she never got around to painting, the faint smell of coffee filled the air.
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