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... ye watching the world below.
Inside the royal dungeon, the air was damp and heavy, smelling of stone, rust, and the lingering despair of countless prisoners.
Marissa paced the length of her cell. Five steps forward. Turn. Five steps back.
The cell was surprisingly comfortable—a courtesy of the Prince’s "protection." There was a bed with a clean wool blanket, a small table, and a single, barred window high on the wall that let in a shaft of moonlight. But it was still a ca ...
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