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... stained windows filtered light across the marble floor, casting fractured colors that bled over Cambria’s armor. She stood at the center, unmoved, regal, eyes fixed on the open scroll in her gloved hands. Every syllable on it was a betrayal. Every line, a confession soaked in blood and silence.
Behind her, the high doors creaked open.
Lucien Vale entered, flanked by only two guards his choice. A show of faith, or perhaps arrogance. Cambria didn’t turn. She didn’t need to. She cou ...
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