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... with anti-magic chains.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of footsteps echoed from outside the cell.
High heels clicked against the cold stone floor, the sound reverberating through the damp and dark iron cages.
*Creak.*
The cell door opened, and Maureen vaguely heard that familiar, authoritative voice issuing orders to the jailers guarding her.
"Go outside for now. The Prince and I will handle her ourselves."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The guards respo ...
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