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Victor froze.<\/p>\n
The girl didn\u2019t look up. She guided a piece of blue floral fabric beneath the needle with careful, trembling fingers, her face drawn tight with concentration and exhaustion.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
He knocked again. This time, the door creaked open an inch.<\/p>\n
Inside, sunlight leaked through a cracked window and landed on a wooden table. At it sat a little girl\u2014no more than nine or ten\u2014hunched over an old sewing machine. Her hair was tangled, her cheeks smudged with grime. A strip of cloth was wrapped around her wrist like a makeshift bandage. The machine rattled with each press of her foot, loud in the quiet room.<\/p>\n
Victor froze.<\/p>\n
The girl didn\u2019t look up. She guided a piece of blue floral fabric beneath the needle with careful, trembling fingers, her face drawn tight with concentration and exhaustion.<\/p>\n
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