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Not their reckoning, but your peace.
That is real power.
And Sophia is asleep, and Isabelle is in the next room, and the house smells faintly of wood and paint the way it always has, and it is mine.
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Not their reckoning, but your peace.
That is real power.
And Sophia is asleep, and Isabelle is in the next room, and the house smells faintly of wood and paint the way it always has, and it is mine.
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