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... , breath trembling.
"I never asked for this scar..." she whispered. "...but at least once—someone wasn’t afraid of it."
Pipin chirped—soft, comforting. Aubrelle exhaled... and let the memory pull her under.
Her mind drifted back—years and years back—
to the night everything changed.
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The Rosenthal estate glowed with soft evening light. Summoning lanterns hovered in gentle arcs, pale blues and violets drifting like sleepy ...
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