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The attendant’s voice had barely faded, her crimson robes catching the low light as the envelope fell limp at her side—and in the next moment, every head in the throne room turned as if wrenched by invisible strings. Eyes locked. Jaws dropped. Even Vincent’s breath caught in his throat with an audible hitch. And there, standing dead center like a martyr at the altar of absurdity, was Willow.
Willow, who flushed a furious, bewildered red the moment her name was spoken aloud. Willow, w ...
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