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... her cheeks, Grayson’s gifts scattered around her like promises made tangible.
When sleep finally claimed her, it didn’t bring rest.
It brought visions.
She stood in a vast room filled with faces—hundreds of them, maybe thousands. All watching. All waiting. The air hummed with power so dense it pressed against her skin like a physical weight.
She wore white. The dress from the fitting, but it shimmered differently here—alive somehow, responding to her racing pulse. ...
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