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... ocused, remained locked on Nonna. She was right there, just inches from the bed.
But she seemed to be drifting in a world of her own and I saw it, the glint of moisture under the harsh lights.
Nonna was crying. The Iron Matriarch, the woman who ruled the Salvatore household with a gaze of flint and a voice of silk, had tears carving slow, wet tracks down the deep lines of her face.
It was a sight so wrong, so disconnected from the reality I knew, that it made my heart stu ...
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