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After leaving the Dowager’s pavilion, Ananya walked along the shaded path toward her own quarters.
For once, her heart was steady. The Dowager had not dismissed her harshly — she had even finished the tonic. That small victory lingered like warmth in her chest.
A gentle wind brushed her sleeves. She slowed, eyes half-lidded in quiet thought, when a faint sound broke through the still air—
A stifled gasp, followed by a soft cry.
Ananya turned sharply tow ...
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