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In the hushed aftermath of days that had blurred into an endless parade of agony and bandages, Liza Carter felt a rare flicker of relief stir within her weary soul. For the first time in what seemed an eternity, the Red Cross hospital tent stood eerily quiet—no fresh waves of the wounded pouring in from Burma’s bloodied frontiers, no frantic cries echoing through the canvas walls. The violence, that relentless specter haunting the borderlands, appeared to have ebbed, if only for a fragile moment, leaving the air lighter, the world almost merciful. Seizing this fleeting peace, Liza decided to venture beyond the confines of her duties, slipping out into the streets of Impala under the veil of twilight. The paths, usually choked with the chaos of war—refugees, soldiers, and the rumble of distant artillery—lay unusually serene, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns flickering like guarded secrets.