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... ies’ dresses, the green of the field, the sharp blue of the sky—it all smeared together, a wet, dizzying painting. Ines lay on her back, the grass scratching at her cheek, and she clutched her chest. It wasn’t a sharp pain. It was a tightness, a heavy, suffocating band, as if a fist were squeezing her heart.
She could hear the commotion. It was a dreadful, discordant sound. The pop of the rifles was gone, replaced by a new sound: women, screaming. It was a high-pitched, ugly sound, like ...
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