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... w. "You have the self-preservation instincts of a soggy muffin."
Evelisse grinned.
She rounded the marble corner, eyes darting as the palace hallway yawned ahead—empty, polished, and echoing with the distant clink of banquet trays. She couldn’t get caught now. Her parents were clearly off somewhere... privately reunited. And something about that made her suspicious. Or curious. Or maybe both.
She needed answers.
’No way Mother got all flustered ov ...
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