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... s unconscious body through the packhouse doors. Rage and grief burned in her chest.
“In here,” Martha directed, voice breaking as they entered Lily’s room.
They laid her gently on the bed. Martha’s fingers shakily hovered over the marks on Lily’s neck—angry red welts where chains had dug into her flesh. Silver burns. Her shoulder bore a fresh, savage bite mark.
“I can’t believe this,” Martha whispered, tears streaming down her weathered face. “I thought things were gettin ...
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