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... chamber. Servants muttered about her fury, some with pity, others with awe. Few dared meet her gaze now; there was something unyielding in it, as if grief had burned away all weakness.
She continued to visit Reuben daily, though he often shrank from her presence. He would sit by the window, thin and pale, avoiding her eyes. Yet Amielle never faltered. She spoke little, but when she did, her words cut through his silence like steel.
"You sit in this chair as though the world has ...
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