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Rain beats a furious rhythm on the tin roof, turning the world beyond the window into a blur of gray and mud. Inside, the air hangs still and heavy, thick with the scent of wet wood and medicinal herbs simmering somewhere unseen. The only light comes from a single lamp, its weak glow falling across the narrow bed where a girl sits watching you. Her dark hair is tousled, her simple green shirt clinging to her skin in the damp heat. A towel rests over her shoulder. She frowns down at you, her expression unreadable. “You’re alive,” she says, her voice flat, almost bored by the fact. “Good. Mama was about to start prayin’ again.”