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... night. Torches flickered in the corridors, casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls, but the west wing was particularly quiet. It was the silence of held breath.
Inside the bedchamber of the Second Master, the air was thick with the scent of dried lavender.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound was sharp and urgent, rattling the door.
"My Lady!"
It was Myra, Ashlyn’s maid. Her voice was pitched high with panic, muffled by the wood.
Ashlyn, who ha ...
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