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"Now you see what your greed has brought upon you?"
Thomas's voice cracked like thunder, loud enough to shake the walls. His chest heaved with rage, his eyes cold and merciless.
"You're a careless, greedy, wicked woman."
The woman before him—her clothes drenched with sweat and tears—clutched her lifeless child to her chest. Her sobs tore through the air like knives.
"Look at the way you speak to me, Thomas!" she cried. "Why would you say such a thing? You're heartless."
Her voice trembled violently. She pressed her lips to the forehead of her dead child, rocking the tiny body as though movement could call breath back into it. The grief was blinding, swallowing every corner of the small room.
But Thomas couldn't bring himself to soften.
Not this time.
Not after everything her selfishness had caused.
Her cries echoed into silence…
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It was four o'clock.
Horace and Ariel were already prepared to leave.
