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A soft, firm tap that echoed just enough to break the stillness of the palace corridor.
A heartbeat of silence.
Then a warm voice he knew by soul, not by sound, drifted through the door.
"Who is it?"
Victor felt something inside him steady. His heartbeat slowed, not out of calm, but out of that strange, vulnerable tenderness that only surfaced when he stood in front of this door. Nerves hummed beneath his skin—old, familiar, impossible to shake. Determinati ...
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