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Chapter Eighteen: Suspected

Author: Crown Summers
last update publish date: 2026-02-09 14:33:31
The red silk was heavy and stiff. Calani spent a long time pinning my hair up, her fingers moving fast while I sat there with my mind elsewhere. The letter was gone—burned in the hearth—but the words were still stuck in my head.

"Don't fidget," Calani muttered, adjusting the high collar. "You need to look like you belong at that table."

"I'm trying," I said. My ribs still ached every time I took a deep breath, a reminder of the chase.

When I finally walked into the Great Hall, the noise was the
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