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... the conspiracy had been laid bare. The truth was as clear as the waxy, reddish residue on the Grand Duke’s finger. Every eye in the ancestral hall, filled with a mixture of shock and dawning fury, turned to the kneeling, trembling form of the maid, Clara.
Marissa took a slow step towards her, her voice no longer loud, but a low, dangerous whisper that cut through the silence. "Why did you do it, Clara?" she asked. "Why did you frame me? Who put you up to this?"
Clara’s eyes, wide ...
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