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... calm.
But he was sharp, cold, poisonous, stirring up the afternoon’s burning emotions—rising, exploding, leaving her burnt to ash.
The world spun—hellfire consumed her.
"Whose peace, whose twenty-two is shattered like mine? What peace is it, soaking in a bitter abyss without a glimmer of light, not a drop of sweetness?"
Eleanor struggled to yank out her arm, pointing at her reflection in the window, "It’s her, it’s Eleanor, look at her—isn’t she a rat in the gutt ...
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