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... snail’s crawling when compared to their speed," Dera continued telling the story, her voice slightly shaky but steadying with every word as she delved into the dark, terrifying memories she had tried to bury.
Her eyes were faraway, lost in the images of that day, yet her presence was solid, like someone who had survived a storm and lived to tell the tale.
Tessy gave her all of her attention now. Her eyes were wide, her posture leaning in slightly, drawn closer to Dera not just by ...
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