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The silence was deafening.
Not the gentle hush of a peaceful garden, but the sharp, suffocating silence of a noose tightening. Every noble sat frozen in their chair, fans half-raised, lips pressed white. No one dared to breathe too loudly. No one dared to look away from her.
Eleania.
Her once-perfect composure was cracking—splintering like porcelain under too much pressure. Her knuckles blanched around her fan, trembling so violently it seemed it might sna ...
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