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... y fourteen, knelt on the polished marble floor, trembling.
Before her stood a striking, black-haired woman in her mid-thirties, her cold gaze fixed on the child.
Selene's fingers clenched tightly around the ember-green fabric of her gown, her nails digging into her palms through the thin cotton.
"Mom... Please—cough! Cough!—listen to me." Her voice, soft and unsteady, barely escaped through her clenched teeth. Her breaths grew more ragged by the second.
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