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... red low, shadows stretching and shrinking across canvas walls as the woman’s needle moved in and out of Aubrey’s skin. Each pull tugged at the shallow wound along her neck—more irritating than painful, but enough to earn her exile from the fight.
She hated it.
Her fingers flexed at her side, restless.
Her eyes flickered to Jane for a brief moment, eyes narrowing.
Then to her daughter Isabella, her arms crossed as she stared off into the distance without a care in ...
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