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... ned furrows, creating little creases at the bridge of her nose, while fresh tears kept welling up and overflowing, lashes clumping together in wet spikes.
Every few seconds a soft, broken hiccup escaped her throat. Not loud, just enough to make her whole frame shudder against mine.
She wasn’t shouting or screaming.
Just crying in this heartbreakingly silent way, tears drenching my face, my neck, the hollow of my collarbone, as if all the centuries of buried grief were fin ...
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