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Early the next morning, Amara returned to the studio. She didn't bother greeting her uncle or his family, who were gathered around the breakfast table pretending she didn't exist. She'd learned to return the favor - silence was easier than pretense.
The soft morning sun spilled through the studio's glass windows as she stepped inside. The familiar