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... , shallow. She looked around the room, at us, at me her eyes wide, begging silently for someone to intervene.
But no one moved. Not one of us dared.
"Please..." Rose whispered, barely audible.
Elizabeth turned, her sharp heels clicking against the wooden floor. "Now."
I felt my nails digging into the thin blanket in my lap, the fabric tearing beneath my grip. Rose’s knuckles whitened as she pushed herself up. She swayed, unsteady, and for one awful second I though ...
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