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... hud of the door serving as the final punctuation mark to their strange, stilted encounter.
Isabella remained perched on the edge of the expansive bed, her fingers still curled into the fine, cool threads of the duvet.
The room had returned to its state of suffocating stillness. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she pulled the beautifully woven fruit basket closer.
The wicker creaked under her touch as she began to pull back the delicate mesh covering the gif ...
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