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... or had not fully left her cheeks. For once, the mask she always wore had cracked, and the room still smelled faintly of the truth it revealed.
Her lips pressed together, slow and deliberate, as if she could rebuild her composure simply by holding her mouth shut. Her eyes narrowed slightly, not with rage but calculation. I had cut a thread she had assumed unbreakable, and now she was studying the ends, wondering how to knot them back together.
"You speak as though you have a choic ...
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