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... of those days the world pretends everything is perfect even though inside people are falling apart. The whole of Ravelle was shining, bustling, sparkling like it had swallowed spring and vomited out flowers. Birds chirped too much. The sky was too blue. The air was too sweet. It was disgusting.
Far in the little cottage, things looked peaceful. Too peaceful. Mireille sat calmly in the parlor like a queen on her throne, sipping her coffee with a fresh croissant. She looked like she had a ...
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