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Chapter 7

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THOMAS

At the formal confirmation of Edward's death, the waiting room gets impossibly loud. Sound gathers and rebounds, and Iris sits at the center of it utterly still, as though whatever force knocked the air from her lungs has also pinned her in place. Bloody silk pools around her feet, dulled now, the dress no longer ceremonial but accusatory, as if it has turned against her for believing the day might hold.

The hallway outside the emergency ward has begun to swarm with the media, reporters
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