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... nces today."
"We are."
"Lovely." A smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Shall I perform fondness, tolerance, or the traditional Embercrown specialty — thinly veiled hostility?"
There it was. The sharp tongue the game had hinted at. In fifteen seconds of dialogue, the game had given her one cutting line. In person, the cut was real — precise, dark, self-aware, and layered with a bitterness that went deeper than political irritation.
She knew exactly what she was. A p ...
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