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... ady Baron’s bedroom, four years had carved even deeper marks into the woman, now past her sixtieth year. Her graying hair had grown sparse, and her wrinkled face carried a weariness that never left.
"Aurora, you are sixteen now." The Former Lady Baron’s voice was hoarse and heavy.
"I don’t want to." Aurora stood before the window, her long golden hair shimmering softly in the candlelight, but her tone was uncharacteristically firm.
The Former Lady Baron slammed her hand o ...
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