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In the hours after the crash, Roatán’s shoreline became a vigil of stunned faces and trembling hands clutching candles. Families waited for names, for miracles, for anything but the confirmation they feared. Emergency teams battled jagged rocks, crashing waves, and zero visibility, trying to bring bodies — and truth — back from the deep. Above them, helicopters circled the wreckage site; below, divers moved slowly through twisted metal and silence.
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