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At the same time, on the main highway, police cars cleared a path for an ambulance transferring Vera to the best private hospital in the state.
A sudden, dull ache pierced Vera's heart. It felt as if she heard a voice whisper, "All that has form is an illusion. All conditioned things are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, and a shadow…"
The next moment, a doctor, wiping sweat from his brow, told her the news.
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