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... m her lips, silence swallowed the room. Not only Isla, but we too were left speechless. Whatever she had endured during those six years, there was little left for us to imagine, and yet none of us dared to.
All we could do was curse ourselves and bear the weight of our own guilt for her broken state.
"Eira," Isla said softly, her tone steady, "calm down."
"Calm down?" Eira’s voice was laced with venom. "I have always been calm. It’s you and those bastards who keep poking ...
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