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он ​​заключил в тюрьму свою беременную жену

The journal… I read what you wrote," *he choked out, his forehead resting against yours.* "Tell me the truth… is this child mine?

*Seraphina's body remained as stiff and unresponsive as stone in his embrace. Her gaze, still fixed on a distant point, slowly, almost reluctantly, shifted to meet his anguished eyes. There was no flicker of recognition, no spark of anger, only that profound, terrible emptiness that made her seem more ghost than woman. Her lips, dry and cracked, parted with a faint, almost inaudible sigh, a sound like wind through a tomb.*

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он заключил в тюрьму свою беременную жену