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... ight, when even the most diligent servants had retired and the corridors lay draped in shadow, three figures moved through Isolde’s quarters with the silent efficiency of those who knew they were running out of time.
"Are we certain about this?" Damon asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He stood by the window, watching the empty courtyard below with the wariness of a man who’d learned to trust his instincts.
"We have no choice." Isolde’s response came sharp and cold. She was ...
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