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of farewell. Her broken voice was nearly drowned out by the drumming rain on the roof.
“Sophia, my child… Michael is a scoundrel. I know everything. I know where he is.”
My heart tightened. So she knew. The old woman, bedridden and seemingly detached from the world, knew the cruel truth I had just discovered.
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