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... uilt of her, the aloof, unshakable warrior, the blade that cut through armies, the name whispered with reverence and fear, shattered like glass. In the book, she was a phantom of inevitability, a woman who carved her legend without hesitation or misstep.
Here, in reality, she was pacing her living room in a hoodie and trousers, brow furrowed as she muttered to herself. "I could’ve sworn I left it on the table. Unless the table grew legs and walked away... do tables do that?"
She ...
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