She thought it was nothing. A mild fever, a nagging ache, the kind you silence with coffee, pills, and denial. By nightfall, machines were breathing for her, and strangers were deciding which parts of her body could still be saved. This wasn’t fate. It was a trusted product, used exactly as instructed, hiding a danger no one had ever tol… Continues…
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