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... hed with pale feathers. The doves fluttered around her feet, pecking at the crumbs she usually tossed with a smile, but today her hand was still. Her fingers only rubbed absently at the silk scarf folded in her lap, the same one Elias had pressed into her hands days ago, stiff and awkward as ever, muttering something about "keeping her hair out of her eyes."
She sighed, lowering her head, her curved lashes veiling her eyes. The scarf was soft against her skin, but her thoughts were heavy ...
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