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... Emerald Palace barefoot, sweat clinging to her brow. She had returned from training late—again—and the wine she’d stolen from the northern cellar was still burning in her stomach. Her footsteps were quiet, but her pulse was not.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
A muffled ’sound’ caught her ear. At first, it was low—barely audible over the creak of palace wood and the whisper of night wind. But then—another one. A gasp, drawn out like silk over skin. A moan, unmistakable.
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