She watched on the lobby monitor as the corridor outside room 12 brightened, a grayscale ribbon stretching between the doors. It was an odd intimacy: a thing that turned solitude into a framed view. In the hallway feed she could see a maintenance cart, a scuffed shoe, a blinking exit sign—mundane things treated like movie props.
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