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The Breaking
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2026-11-02 10:00:00Two days.
Ziva sat in the candlelit room, still wearing the white dress James had chosen for her. It was the fourth dress.
She hated them all.
James visited three times a day. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Like clockwork. Like this was normal and they were a family.
The door opened.
Right on schedule.
James entered carrying a tray. Roasted chicken. Vegetables. Wine in a crystal glass.
"Good evening, darling." He set the tray on the small table by t
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