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Tasting Fear
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2026-05-18 09:44:36
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Author's POV Fear was an ugly thing on other people and Camilla had spent most of her life observing it. She had seen it in businessmen moments before financial collapse. In politicians cornered by scandal. In lovers realizing devotion was not enough to keep someone from leaving.Fear always distorted people eventually but Camilla despised the sensation in herself. Which was why she refused to name what she felt as she left the Cruize villa that afternoon. It was not fear, it was recalibration and nothing more.Rain slid across the windows of her car in silver ribbons while the city blurred beyond the glass. Her driver remained silent. Wise man. Camilla sat motionless in the backseat, one gloved finger tapping slowly against her knee. Gwen’s eyes lingered in her mind.Not the trembling girl who returned six months ago. Not the hollow shell stitched together by shame and trauma. No. Today Gwen had looked directly at her. And worse… She had looked at her, like she understood and that
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