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... ly opened her eyes. The storm no longer howled, no violent tremors rattled the carriage walls. Only silence remained broken now and then by a faint creak of wood straining under the weight of snow outside.
She let out a long breath and sat up. Her crimson pupils glimmered faintly in the dark cabin. Black chains floated lazily around her body, as if still ready in case the storm returned.
"...So quiet." Her voice was hoarse, low.
Sylvia raised her hand, pressing her pale p ...
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