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... llights of the King’s car had long since vanished into the darkness, leaving the North Wing in a silence so profound it felt as though the very stones were leaning in to eavesdrop on her heartbeat.
Isabella pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her breath blooming in a pale, fading cloud.
"I know you’re there," she breathed, her voice barely a tremor. "I’ve felt you all day."
For a long, agonizing moment, the woods remained a wall of black and gray, indifferent to ...
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