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... till ached from the lashing she’d received days ago, but she couldn’t stand another moment of lying around doing nothing. The sun streamed through the window of her new room—the one adjacent to Zayn’s—reminding her that the day was already half gone.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Martha rushed over, her weathered face creased with concern. “You need more rest, child.”
“Martha’s right,” Talia said, entering the room with fresh bandages. “Those wounds need more time to heal.” < ...
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