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... . the taste of triumph. Sweet. Rich. Lingering on my tongue like the finest wine.
Eleania sat across from me, her noble mask freshly reapplied, yet I could still see the fissure beneath. Porcelain once cracked never regains its shine.
I leaned back, fingers drumming lazily on the armrest, letting my smile gleam like sunlight on sharpened steel.
"Mmm... what a blessing it must be, Lady Eleania, to witness such devotion firsthand. I can only hope," my gaze slid to her, lazy ...
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