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... y to his mother’s. Linnea followed, her spine straight as a blade, her expression carefully composed—a porcelain mask perfected over years of quiet survival. Behind them, Lara and Reya descended in tandem, the hem of Lara’s midnight-blue cloak sweeping across the polished marble of the entryway like ink spilling over parchment.
The manor’s great doors yawned open, revealing a long corridor aglow with lamplight and cold silence. A guard, stiff and wordless, gestured respectfully, and a se ...
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