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... lled a face began to rot. She turned on Lucius, her "motherly" grief leaking out like pus from an old wound—calculated, slimy, and as hollow as the diamonds choking her throat.
"How could you?" she hissed, the sound a jagged scrape against the silence. "He is your blood, Lucius. Your heir. You threw him into the dirt like a stray dog! Bring him back. Now, before this madness ruins us."
Lucius didn’t flinch. He stood there like a tombstone—cold, heavy, and smelling of stagnant air ...
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