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... out with authority, cutting through the chants and the drums. "Step forward, the chosen ones!" she cried, and the crowd erupted in excited murmurs.
Two young women, dressed in their finest, moved with practiced grace into the center. Their hair glistened with beads and flowers, their jewelry jingling as they walked, every movement screaming pick me, pick me. And then—of course—Isabella’s name was called. Isabella blinked once. Twice.
She even glanced over her shoulder as though ...
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