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... Her gaze snapped from Aveline to Theron, searching, waiting, for the denial.
It had to be a lie. It was a lie. How could it not be?
That filthy little rat... the girl who had once cowered in a chicken coop, who had been chased and torn apart by hunting dogs for amusement... THAT Aveline had married a man like him?
Impossible.
And yet, she had heard it herself, just days ago. Beatrice had mentioned it casually, almost with boredom, that Aveline was to be sold, as ...
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