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... " Cyrus asked, a small frown pulling between his brows. His eyes had already checked twice, calm but sharp, like he was making sure he wasn’t seeing wrong. Those lines on her hands—thin, fresh, already healing—were not dirt. They were scars.
Ophelia’s hand paused mid-air. The spoon hovered. She looked down at her own fingers like they belonged to someone else, then let out a tiny, nervous giggle that sounded like it wanted to run and hide. "Oh, don’t worry about it, it’s nothing," she sa ...
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