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... ure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Anna looked different. She looked almost like another woman, though still herself. Her usual sad expression, the constant heaviness that seemed to follow her, wasn’t there. Instead there was something lighter in her face. Not joy, but something close to peace.
And her clothes—Lydia had never seen her like this. Anna wore a brown dress that fit her so well, as if it had been sewn just for her. The fabric looked soft, flowing gently as she moved. ...
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