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I stood in the packed, sweltering ballroom of the East Garden mansion, digging my toes into thick peach carpet, trying to steady myself and not pass out. It was 2 a.m. Church leaders had wedged me into a tight row of other young women, whom I called sisters, for hours, waiting. Everything inside begged me to run, sneak past security dotted along the 18-acre compound, and follow the Hudson River north 70 miles to get home. But my training, which had taught me to be silent and obey, was winning. Reverend Moon, an elderly Korean man in a sharp business…

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