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... to stop. To turn around. To run. But running wouldn’t change anything. It never did.
Rosa walked ahead of me, in a graceful and unhurried posture, as if she were simply taking an evening stroll rather than leading me to what felt like my execution.
The gentle click of her heels against the marble floors was the only sound audible in the suffocating silence. She didn’t even glance back to make sure I was following.
She knew I would.
Because that was the thing about ...
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