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... was already gloomy, with what seemed to be snowflakes drifting down. At this moment, the snowflakes seemed to be falling more heavily, as if they were silently mourning the tragedy unfolding.
Cynthia sat there in a daze, her bare ankles scratched by the friction of her high heels, peeling skin off. She was only wearing a thin dress, and in this snow-filled weather, the cold marble beneath her felt like ice, but she seemed oblivious to any chill.
Maureen Lancaster came out behind ...
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