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... the women poured their hearts out in trembling voices and halting sentences, Isabella stood just a little behind them, arms loosely crossed, her posture calm yet alert. Her eyes, however, weren’t entirely on the women. Ever the observer, ever the strategist, her gaze flicked back and forth across the crowd—quietly scanning.
She wasn’t one to miss patterns, and today, she saw one clear as day.
Not every man in the village had come. Some were out hunting, of course, and others... ...
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