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... " Sylvaris held a cloth soaked in alcohol, gently wiping the blood off her face.
The cloth dragged across her cheek slowly, as if his fingers were afraid to hurt her further — and truthfully, they were. There was a nasty split on her cheekbone, raw and angry, a reminder that Arathor hadn’t held back in the slightest. He had struck like an animal, without pause or mercy, and now, Sylvaris had brought his stepmother to a private room tucked away from the rest of the manor — a place rarely ...
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