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... ut when the silence descended again, heavier than before. Her scent still lingered—warm spice and earth after rain.
Sage. Even the name was an irony. A woman like that didn’t need wisdom to survive—she needed restraint, and she had none of it.
I leaned back in my chair, pushing the plate away, the remnants of food untouched. Her words kept circling my head like vultures. The men I’d sent to inquire about her—killed. Or so she’d said, with that taunting smirk, like she wanted me t ...
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