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... d resting in one hand, her other hand flipping through yet another stack of parchment.
The oak desk in her father’s study was buried in scrolls, reports, and correspondence, land disputes, trade complaints, rogue sightings, and political threats she couldn’t ignore.
Her eyes burned; her neck ached.
This wasn’t a crown... it was a noose with paperwork.
She leaned back in the high-backed leather chair and gazed at the space around her. Her father’s scent still clung ...
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