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... descended, and with each step, she felt herself pulling the pieces of her composure back together like a woman gathering scattered threads to weave them into a net that would at least stop her from falling apart.
It wasn’t working as well as she’d hoped. The tremor in her hands had stopped, but she could still feel Cian’s blood on her cheek even though Cynwrig’s cloth had wiped it clean, and the phantom weight of Eira’s fingers around her wrist lingered like footprints in the sand of th ...
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