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... ves still faintly damp from the cold drizzle. Isabella lingered at the grave, her eyes fixed on the freshly turned soil as if trying to memorize the shape of it, her lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line.
Eira’s chest tightened. She had seen many people grieve, but there was something in Isabella’s stillness that was far more dangerous than tears.
She stepped forward, her fingers brushing lightly against Emma’s arm.
"Let’s take her with us," Eira murmured, low enough f ...
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