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... first. Recognition but not fully. It was like her gaze slid over her, unfocused, glazed, as if Nonna were a ghost standing where a wall should be.
Then her eyes dropped. Back to the floor. Back to the maid. Back to what she was on.
Something in Katya seemed to snap back as she scrambled backward with a sharp, broken gasp, the shard slipping on floor as she lets it go.
Her movements were frantic, uncoordinated—like an animal realizing too late it had wandered into fire. < ...
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