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CHAPTER 84 : THE INNER JAILER
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2026-03-30 04:39:00Diane
The door against my back is cold, a solid reality through the fine silk of my dress. But this coldness fails to extinguish the fire he lit. It smolders beneath my skin, a sly ember fed by the wine, the chosen words, that furtive touch on my hair. A shiver I didn't summon still runs down my spine.
I get up, my legs weak. The room is submerged in a bluish half-light; only the glow of the outdoor lamps filters through the immense windows. This silent luxury sudd
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