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... given him life and then taken it away with her own hands.
She wore a gown of pale blue silk that whispered with each step, her hair arranged in elaborate curls that framed a face he had tried so hard to forget. She was older now, lines of age touching the corners of her eyes, but still beautiful in that cold, porcelain way he remembered.
And beside her, his hand resting protectively on her arm, was Lukas.
The young man who had fought Jorghan in the street.
The on ...
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