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She smiled. Not with her lips. With something deeper. With that which remained after everything else had burned away. She walked toward them. Across the floor, stepped on by bare feet that were not there. Through the air that smelled of singed wool. Through a world that continued to live, not knowing that somewhere there was a woman who had paid for two children’s hearts with her soul. And she did not regret it
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