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... my mothers decided on something, it was practically carved into stone. And right now, the Great Debate of the Second Heir was far from over.
I stood reluctantly beneath the shower, the hot water pouring down over my shoulders, soothing away the tense knots that had formed during our earlier conversation. Or, more accurately, during the interrogation my mothers had subjected me to about my potential sibling—or siblings, plural, because somehow twins had made their way into the conversati ...
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