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... of wine untouched beside her and her latest silk robe clinging to her shoulders like it had grown too heavy. The afternoon sun bled lazily through crystal-paned windows, casting warped golden bars across the marble floor, beautiful, opulent, and suffocating.
She tapped impatiently at her tablet, waiting for the headline to load on the newswire’s primary channel. The court column had promised something "monumental." Something that would "shake the social hierarchy to its core."
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