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... lapped.
The conversation had been brief, but her tone had carried a sharpness I had never heard from her before. Not at me, anyway. There had been something cold behind the words, something that made me feel as though I had been measured and found wanting. As I walked down the corridor, her expression replayed in my mind again and again.
Had I said something wrong?
The thought made my stomach tighten.
I forced myself to keep walking toward the servants’ quarters, ...
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