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... a place of silence and shadows, but today, the air vibrated with a different kind of tension.
Primrose marched down the marble corridor, her boots clicking rhythmically against the stone. She wasn’t wearing her apron. She was wearing a sturdy traveling coat over her dress, her hair pulled back in a severe bun that meant business, and Rurik’s satchel slung across her chest.
She stopped in front of the heavy oak doors of the Grand Duke’s study. But before she could pound on them, t ...
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