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... an. The floor was cold against my bare feet, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even realize when I flung the vase off the table or yelled at the maid who brought me tea. I was too restless. Too anxious. My nails dug into my palms as I clenched and unclenched my fists.
"Where is he?" I muttered, glaring at the clock. The council meeting was taking too long. Way too long.
Another maid tiptoed past my door, probably trying not to get noticed. "You!" I shouted. She froze. "Why are you snea ...
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