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... heavier than any scream.
Mr. Antonio stood stiff, jaw locked, refusing to meet Nonna’s gaze. Miss Stella’s arm stayed firm around my shoulders, guiding me gently like a child.
And me? I could still taste blood and fear coating my tongue. When the doors slid open, the air shifted—warmer, quieter.
The scent of roses and old books replaced the sharp, sterile tang of disinfectant. We stepped into a part of the house I’d never seen—marble floors softened by thick rugs, portrai ...
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