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... in the soft, respectable language of a prayer vigil.
Marissa’s head was still bowed, the heavy weight of Derek’s coat a surprising, warm burden on her shoulders. A small, bitter chuckle escaped her lips, a sound of pure, cold irony in the grim, candle-lit room. She looked up, her gaze bypassing the victorious Lorena, and settled on the Dowager Duchess.
"No matter how honored the title of Grand Duchess is," she said, her voice quiet but carrying to every corner of the room, "it s ...
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