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... with tension and the unspoken, terrible weight of death.
Beatrice sat in her main, high-backed chair, her face a pale, grim mask of exhaustion. She looked as though she had aged ten years in a single night. Marissa and Ashlyn stood on either side of her, two opposing forces in silks. Marissa was composed, her face pale but her expression unreadable, her hands clasped calmly in front of her. Ashlyn, by contrast, looked pale with a feigned, delicate worry, her hands nervously twisting a la ...
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