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Gravity furrowed the physician’s brow, hinting at the challenge that lay ahead.

Millie, preempting the somber narrative, ventured her query.

“Doctor, my grandmother shall overcome, will she not?”

“Miss Brown, you must gird your spirit. Your grandmother shall not rouse from her slumber unless…”

“Unless what? Pray, divulge the requisites, and I shall strive to fulfill them.”

“Only if Leon is invited can the possibility materialize. His medical exploits have woven a saga of legend. Were he to grace your grandmother’s ailment with his ministrations, recovery might find her. Time, however, dwindles.”

Millie. She faltered, her backward step a manifestation of

in a cacophonous crescendo, its dissonance a counterpoint to the silence. A torrent of

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her grandmother’s bedside, their expertise a lifeline for the ailing woman. Millie’s respiration faltered as she

his prognosis sought ingress, halted only by Millie’s

sentinel over my grandmother and

grip on the doctor, Millie surged from the hospital’s confines and hailed a taxi. The urgency to save her grandmother propelled her

legendary Sirius Villa – Leon’s abode. Raindrops composed a symphony as she approached, a solitary

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