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... was trembling, my hands shaking as I remembered him—Lord Leif—lying on the floor, pale, fragile, a shadow of the indomitable man who had never shown weakness. The image haunted me, claws of fear gripping my chest.
Then—
"Nick!"
A maid came running toward me, eyes wide with urgency. "Lord Leif... he’s awake!"
My heart nearly stopped. "He... he’s awake?" I whispered, disbelief and hope colliding in a storm inside me. I started to run, but a sharp voice froze me in p ...
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