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... than it should have. She didn’t look at the door. She didn’t need to. She crossed the threshold with the same calm certainty she might use to step onto a private balcony. The room felt smaller with her in it, not from size but from expectation.
Her hair was white as fresh snow, straight and smooth, the light from the window catching on it until it almost glowed against the darker oak and stone. Amethyst eyes swept the room and found everything they meant to find: the washbasin still bead ...
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