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Helena’s body had grown still in a way that felt colder than death, more final than grief. A silence hung across the throne room like a veil stitched from sorrow and dust, pulled tight over our heads, suffocating in its reverence.
Vincent’s eyes eyes locked somewhere far beyond the velvet and blood, as if even he didn’t quite know which plane of memory he’d been dragged into. His expression was carved from stone now—too composed, too smooth, the tremble of earlier swallowed up ...
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