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"During the typhoon last night, I was driving over the river bridge. It was shaking so bad I thought it would collapse. Thank goodness the construction held up."
I remembered—last time, after I died, a bridge collapsed from cheap materials, killing many.
This time, the corrupt wealthy man was dead. The project had new management.
Those people lived.
Including my colleague.
I smiled. My colleague joked: "What? That was scary. Why are you smiling?"
I smiled wider.
In the years that followed, my career grew steadily.
Lucas and I got engaged.
That cruise, those Sirens—it all felt like a distant dream, fading with time.
