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... efore her. But the world had not allowed it. Duty, marriage, power...all had pulled her in different directions until her oath became nothing more than a whisper lost in the wind.
The fire that once burned bright in her heart now simmered beneath layers of resentment and regret.
And yet, standing before that painting again, seeing Eiralyth’s signature glimmer faintly against the ancient canvas, after hearing that she still had a chance with her uncle, she felt the old ache stir. ...
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