TEXT: harlow held out one arm , trying to reach for her mother , as if she could extend her body across the room and embrace the woman . she watched her mother 's figure become weakened , watched at the ability to stand left her . this woman stood over king wesley 's body , disgust written on her face as soldiers ran in and stared at the scene before them . they did n't advance on her ; they simply stood around her and took glances between her and the
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