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... buried twice as many tragedies as anyone in the square, stood frozen with her wrinkled hand gripping her cane.
For a heartbeat she looked upon Cassius the same as all the rest, a monster painted in red, the butcher of their own kind.
But then her gaze wandered. Her eyes caught Nala standing just a few feet away, her granddaughter’s expression caught in the pale blue haze of moonlight.
Nala wasn’t trembling. She wasn’t recoiling or covering her mouth like the others.
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