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... The old words came back to her trembling lips, each syllable awkward at first, then steadier as the memory uncoiled.
The cadence her mother had hummed in the chapel, the half-forgotten inflections Serenya had lent when she taught her to keep the rhythm. Ilaria folded the prayer around her like a shawl, feeling for the familiar scaffold of meaning that should hold whatever answered.
Breathe, she told herself, and the gallery listened.
The mark under her sleeve pulsed as i ...
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