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... her mind registered the implication of Joshua’s words. "I... I..."
Her tongue was numb and it felt heavy in her mouth, unable to form words. Then again, she was wholly unprepared to respond to what she had just heard.
What could she say to such a devastating recount?
Blood continued to drip onto the tablecloth, staining it red. Joshua’s eyes were fixed on her, his pupils pulsating with hatred. Amelia had to repress a shudder; her uncle was most likely visualizing her moth ...
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