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... ike shards of shattered glass. His gaze was anchored to the parchment at his feet, fixed on the Imperial seal he knew better than his own reflection—the mark of Serene, his gentle, innocent little sister.
How? When? A silent scream echoed through the hollows of his mind. He wanted to shred the paper, to call his own eyes liars, to roar that Serene could never love a sadistic wretch like Roland. Yet the evidence shrieked back with terrifying clarity. He recalled Serene’s hollow stares, he ...
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