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... bodies, stood as though rooted to the floor, their heads bowed and their shame hanging as heavy as the dim light in the room.
The room was silent.
It was the kind of silence that doesn't just fill a space—it invades it, sinking into the walls and pressing on the chest like a weight too great to bear.
The air itself seemed to accuse them, though Lena Volkov hadn't spoken a word.
She didn't need to.
Her presence alone carried more authority than any outburst ...
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