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... ng curtains of the Black Rose Palace, brushing soft gold over the cold stone floors. Outside, the trees had shed most of their leaves. Only a few clung to branches like forgotten promises.
Evelyn was seated at the breakfast table.
The spread before her was modest—warm bread, honeyed tea, slices of seasonal fruit. Just enough. She picked at it without urgency, stirring her tea slowly, far longer than necessary.
Three girls stood respectfully to the side of the room—Cassy, ...
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