The waiting room reeked of antiseptic and unease. Under the garish glow of fluorescent lights, the posters on the walls screamed warnings in bold, unforgiving letters: "Get Your Eyes Checked - Before It's Too Late." Harper Kane had always ignored them. Who didn't? They were background noise, white static in a world filled with distractions. Life was busy, and her eyes had always been fine.
Until ...
Until ...
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