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... ed. The decision weighed more than any medal, more than any fall. And somehow, more than her own broken body.
She closed her eyes. The ice cracked beneath her mind’s feet. This is the moment it all changes. Or ends.
Her fingers brushed the embossed seal on the folder. "And what does a man like Mr. Whitehall want with a broken skater?"
"He doesn’t want a skater," Victoria interrupted, her voice sharp with a desperate kind of greed. "He wants to make you a Whitehall."
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