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Final Lights
Claire walked past aisle four, pressing the switch that dimmed the main lights. One by one, they flicked off with a soft snap. Nora rolled her mop bucket into the back, humming quietly to herself. “Almost done,” Claire called out. “Thank God,” Nora replied. All that remained on were the freezer lights—those never turned off. A faint white glow glared up from them, cold and constant.
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