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They sat in the living room in a silence that hinted at everything bottled inside; low conversation here and there, stuttering breaths, eyes on the watch. The lamps were dim enough to cast an unsettling calm over the room, as if the house itself were gathering strength before an explosion. Suddenly Samar descended the stairs. Her steps were light but decisive. She wore black trousers, a black T‑shirt, black shoes—and a black mask that hid her features entirely, a mask that took from her one face and bestowed another.
Everyone froze in place; fear and astonishment washed across their faces—no one had seen Samar arrive like this before. She walked toward them slowly, each step intensifying the moment. Then, deliberately, she stopped and removed the mask, revealing a smile—an expre
