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... s in the air before fading into nothingness. She sat on the edge of the velvet-cushioned chair, legs crossed with poise—but her hand trembled slightly as she brought the porcelain rim to her lips.
Across from her, Christina squinted. Not the casual squint of someone fighting sunlight through a window, but the focused, narrowed gaze of a young woman who smelled something off.
"Mother," she said flatly, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. "What is going on here?"
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