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... mean the limits of my world."
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"Then welcome to the shadows, Lyra Ashford."
The words left my lips with a weight that felt ceremonial. Like I was knighting her in some twisted court of secrets. Like this shabby room had become a cathedral of conspiracy, and I its unholy archbishop.
She smiled.
And it was nothing like the polite expressions I’d seen her wear around the estate. Those had been masks. Social armor worn by the powerless.
This smile ...
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