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The rain drummed steadily against the glass panes of the safehouse windows, a soothing rhythm that dulled the silence pressing in from all sides. Isla stood near the fire, arms folded across her chest, watching the flames curl and dance. The warmth barely touched the chill that had settled in her bones. Not from the storm outside, but from everythi
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