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... ing tears.
A delicate porcelain vase, once holding beautiful arranged flowers, hit the floor and exploded into a hundred jagged shards. Water darkened the rug, petals scattered.
Cecilia stood amidst the wreckage, her body locked in a tremor that seemed to originate from her very bones. Her hands were trembling violently, the fine muscles in her fingers twitching with a life of their own.
Tears fell. They tracked down her pale cheeks unimpeded, dripping from her chin onto ...
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