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... n like a velvet curtain, muting the edges of everything. Mara stood alone on the balcony of her room, fingers laced around the cold railing, watching the distant lights of the estate flicker like faint stars. The air carried a crisp chill, but it wasn’t enough to distract her from the knot of questions twisting in her chest.
She had survived the confrontation with Clarissa. She had survived the humiliation, the whispers, and the probing stares from people who were still trying to figure ...
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