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... through the glass, the roses stood very still, and the palace clocks two courtyards over remembered how to be quiet. Arthur’s arms circled my waist from behind—warm, steady—and the whole terrible, busy day finally stepped back far enough that I could hear myself think.
It still hurt.
Not the clean pain of a blade or the bright sting of a spell. A bruise with memory in it.
Evelyn was never my mother. She wore my mother’s place.
Before I turned five, she acted as Co ...
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