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... e road. The sky was clear and calm. The wind was gentle. It was the kind of morning that felt peaceful, but there was nothing peaceful in the carriage that carried Ivan and Lydia.
The journey had continued just as it had ended the night before. Silent. Heavy. Unchanging.
Lydia was still reading her book, the same way she had the day before. Her hands moved softly as she flipped the pages. She looked calm on the outside, almost too calm. Not once did she lift her eyes from the boo ...
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