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... ief spy’s lips, echoed in my mind:
Eliza.
Or rather, by her real name, Willabelle.
For a moment, the cup in my hand froze. I relaxed my fingers and set the cup down on the table. The light on the surface of the wine trembled, then stilled.
"I understand," I said in a low voice.
A sharp disappointment settled inside me. Not an outburst of anger, nor a dramatic shock... just that familiar bitterness catching in my throat. Willabelle. I had already accepted h ...
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