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The dining hall reeked of fear.

The body was gone,cleared away like an afterthought. But the ghosts lingered. Wine glasses stood half-full. Chairs shoved back in panic. Silverware scattered like dropped confessions. The chandelier still sparkled above it all, indifferent and glittering.

I walked barefoot.

No heels. No need.

My gown whispered across the marble as I moved between abandoned seats, a goblet in hand, the rim kissed with wine and something darker. My shadow stretched long across the floor, cutting through candlelight like a blade.

The chandelier’s gold arms trembled above me. Still lit. Still proud. Like it hadn’t just watched a man die.

The wine in my glass swirled like blood, catching the low light, still warm from the touch of fear and heat of deceit. A thin ribbon of it dripped down my knuckle, over the ring Milo had given me months ago, before I earned it.

Milo stood in the shadows, back against
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