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... eeling like she had been hit by three boulders, shaken around by a tornado, kissed by sadness, and then tucked into bed by regret.
Her dream still lingered faintly. The crying babies. Cyrus. The ache in her chest. She tried brushing it off, but the feeling clung to her skin like morning dew.
She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes while Glimora ran in tiny circles, proudly tossing a pebble into the air like she was showing off Olympic skills.
Isabella didn’t even have the str ...
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