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... t, the last fragile thread of Ester’s hope to free herself unraveled.
Once, the Steward name had carried weight—doors had opened, people had listened. Now it was nothing more than a forgotten echo, buried beneath scandal and sealed court files. There was no influence left to lean on. No hand reaching out to pull her back from the edge.
The knife— the cursed piece of metal— still bore her fingerprints.
And Roseline’s testimony, paired neatly with her driver’s statement, cl ...
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