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... silent.
In the back seat, Noah Grant held a smoldering ember between his fingers.
A breeze slipped through the crack in the car window, dispersing wisps of smoke.
He squinted, gazing at the fleeting lights outside the window while an expert’s confident diagnosis played over and over in his mind:
"Within three months, walking won’t be a problem."
This voice clashed fiercely with other experts’ sighs of "incurable" and "lifelong impact."
The cigaret ...
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