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... for being exactly the person Harold raised me to be."
The sentence landed in the penthouse like a body hitting the floor.
Because that was it, wasn’t it? That was the architecture underneath all of it. Not cruelty for cruelty’s sake. Not some innate Victoria-shaped evil that had been born into her the way amethyst eyes had been born into Phei before he lost them.
She’d been made.
Constructed... h ...
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