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... rum, each beat echoing the fear she could barely contain.
Her violet eyes searched Sylvene’s golden, tear-streaked ones, desperation clawing at her throat.
Every second stretched into an eternity, the air around them thick with unspoken dread.
"What... what happened? Where is he?" Melira asked, her voice trembling, though her usual icy composure tried—and failed—to hold firm.
Her hands clenched tightly on the edge of the ornate table in front of her, knuckles whit ...
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