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... her hand. No one noticed.
She cleared her throat—once, sharply. It echoed like a whipcrack across the gathered crowd.
The women quieted. A few looked away, embarrassed. Others wiped their eyes.
"One at a time," Isabella said firmly, her voice crisp and commanding. "You deserve to be heard. So don’t drown each other out."
There was a short pause. Then nods.
One by one, they stepped forward. And with every testimony, the village’s atmosphere grew heavier. Ti ...
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