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... , Elara had learned the truth directly from Aeliana’s lips. The confession had come in fragments—raw, bitter, unfiltered. Aeliana, still reeling from her experiences, had spoken the name with a mixture of resentment and resignation. Madeleina. The one who had pushed her. The one who had sent her to her death.
And now, she was here.
Standing before me.
Her expression was schooled into perfect composure, her movements measured, controlled. The ideal attendant. The kind of w ...
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