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Life was seeping out of her every pore. She tried in moments to cling on to what she could, but her efforts seemed futile. It wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye, not at first glance, or even second or third. It was only recognizable if you knew her. Ever since her return to Caracas, something had changed in her. Her face had grown sallow, gradually, and her body sluggish.

There was nothing medically wrong with her. Nothing at all. It all started on that day, that day she can’t remove from her mind.