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On the ground, with her enormous cast fallen and her fracture resonating with pain, Roslin found herself in the middle of the deserted street and the silent night. The wooden crutches lay tossed aside, mute witnesses to her despair. Unable to move, she lay prostrate on the ground, surrounded by the darkness of the night and the sharp pain emanating from her fractured leg.
Each breath was a challenge, each movement a torment. The feeling of vulnerability overwhelmed her, making her feel as if she were trapped in an abyss of suffering. The weight of her body lay on her injured limb, increasing the intensity of the pain that spread from her toes to her thigh, like a constant torture that gave no respite.
Looking up at the dark sky, Roslin faced an uncertain future, marked by the harshness of her injury. Tears mixed with sweat on her face, reflecting the physical and emotional torment she was experiencing. Amid the desolation, she struggled to find a way out, to overcome the pain that kept her immobilized on the cold ground.
Every minute seemed like an eternity, every second a test of endurance. Desperation consumed her as she tried to find a way to rise, to free herself from the yoke of pain that imprisoned her. Her body, marked by fragility and distress, cried out for relief, for a hope that seemed to evaporate into the darkness of the night. For now, all she could do was endure the pain, all she could do was wait in the twilight, wondering what her life would be like with a fractured leg and an uncertain future stretching before her like a bottomless abyss.

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On the ground, with her enormous cast fallen and her fracture resonating with pain, Roslin found herself in the middle of the deserted street and the silent night. The wooden crutches lay tossed aside, mute witnesses to her despair. Unable to move, she lay prostrate on the ground, surrounded by the darkness of the night and the sharp pain emanating from her fractured leg.
Each breath was a challenge, each movement a torment. The feeling of vulnerability overwhelmed her, making her feel as if she were trapped in an abyss of suffering. The weight of her body lay on her injured limb, increasing the intensity of the pain that spread from her toes to her thigh, like a constant torture that gave no respite.
Looking up at the dark sky, Roslin faced an uncertain future, marked by the harshness of her injury. Tears mixed with sweat on her face, reflecting the physical and emotional torment she was experiencing. Amid the desolation, she struggled to find a way out, to overcome the pain that kept her immobilized on the cold ground.
Every minute seemed like an eternity, every second a test of endurance. Desperation consumed her as she tried to find a way to rise, to free herself from the yoke of pain that imprisoned her. Her body, marked by fragility and distress, cried out for relief, for a hope that seemed to evaporate into the darkness of the night. For now, all she could do was endure the pain, all she could do was wait in the twilight, wondering what her life would be like with a fractured leg and an uncertain future stretching before her like a bottomless abyss.