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... ace, her knuckles white, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.
Her normally icy composure had cracked, replaced with a raw, desperate need for confirmation.
Her piercing gaze turned to Caelira, her voice barely above a whisper, strained with hope and disbelief.
"Caelira... tell me... tell me... what kind of eyes does he have? His hair... what colour is it?"
Her words shook as if the weight of twelve lost years pressed down on her chest.
Caelira’s own ...
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