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... led hair curled up in a corner, sleeves hanging empty where her arms should be, head buried deep into her knees.
Footsteps approached—light, cheerful, even a little excited.
The cell door creaked open. A woman in a ivory lace dress strolled in, hanging on the arm of a sharp-dressed man holding a rectangular box.
"Sis, don’t I look fabulous today?" she twirled in front of the woman on the floor, lifting her hem with pride. Her voice was sweet and light, like bells chiming. ...
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