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... cup poised delicately in her fingers though it was nearly empty, only a faint trace of steam curling from it. Her gaze rested on the basin, not on Lorraine, as though the still water held secrets she alone could read.
"You’re late," the Dowager murmured, her voice smooth but edged, like silk pulled over a blade.
Lorraine’s heart gave a quiet, instinctive lurch. She crossed the chamber with deliberate calm, her gown whispering against the floor. "You don’t usually keep count of my ...
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