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... ld and Clara Sterling holding hands as they came downstairs, Thea Tate felt a tight, suffocating weight in her chest, as if a mass of soaked cotton was pressing down on her.
Clara’s lips were a vibrant red, moist and shiny. Thea’s breath hitched, her heart feeling as though a piece had been torn away, and she averted her gaze.
Susan Saxon noted their affectionate display and pursed her lips, "Holding hands even at home?"
Silas approached the old lady, a slight smile on hi ...
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