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... last woman left the hall. The braziers were down to glowing coals. The black rose Aiden had left on the marble lay untouched, petals slightly curled at the edges from the dry air. Husbands filed out last—chains clinking softly, footsteps heavy. The doors closed behind them with a low, final thud.
Isolde remained alone in the center.
She walked to the spot where Aiden had sat cross-legged. Lowered herself to the same position. Placed her palms flat on the marble. Closed her eyes. ...
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