Meerab:the heard echoes

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Meerab: the heard echoes The hallway was old and quiet. The walls smelled of paint and dust. Meerab stood in front of the door that said 104. The brass number was a little crooked.She took a deep breath and opened the door.The flat was small, simple, and quiet. Light came in through the thin white curtains. The windows were half open, letting in a cool breeze. It touched her cheeks like a soft memory.She stepped in slowly.A new home. A new life.She dropped her small suitcase near the sofa and looked around. No pictures. No past. Just peace.“Hello, new life,” she said