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... r own flesh and blood, kin who shared her genetic code, the very people who had raised her and grown up alongside her. Yet, as the words tumbled from Dahlia Thorne’s lips, those lives were stripped of their humanity, reduced to something as light and inconsequential as dust motes dancing in a sunbeam. In her narrative, they were treated with the detachment one might reserve for strangers passing in the street, or worse, mere cold, unfeeling statistics in a quarterly loss report.
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