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Ghost in the palace - Chapter 1: Waking in silk
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... he back of her throat—warm, expensive, and wrong. Her pillow wasn’t cotton; it was a cool, embroidered cloud. Something heavy weighed down her scalp. She lifted a hand and felt a forest of hairpins.
Hairpins?
Her eyes flew open.
A crimson canopy arched above her like a captured sunset. Gold-threaded cranes marched along the silk, their wings stitched mid-flight. Beyond the bedcurtain, a screen painted with peonies glowed in the light of an unseen brazier. Somewhere outsid ...
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