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... . Amalia sat at her desk, her hand gripping a fork so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Today’s lunch had her favorite apple pudding, and the steak was cooked to perfection, tender, juicy, and without even a hint of blood.
However, it was clear that Amalia was in no mood to savor the meal.
Her head was bowed, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and her toes curled inward in her strappy sandals. Her delicate hands, resting in the sunlight, showed faint blue veins.
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