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5. Silence
5SilenceThe final moments before Conn O’Cuinn died played over in Tazia’s mind every day. Each morning before she got up, every night before sleep, and infinite moments in-between, she would live again that final kiss, luxuriating in the smell and touch of him. Then the vision would change. Instead of the touch of his hand and the feel of his lips on hers, she’d be lost and alone in the grip of ominous darkness, hands outstretched and searching, awaiting a lightning strike. That day, it had come for her in the shape of Soren Huxford’s knife. In the memory, she clasped Conn’s lifeless body and willed him to start breathing again, but he never did. During her long days in the hospital, it wasn’t only Conn she remembered. The look of horror in Soren’s eyes had stayed with her, too. It w
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