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25 - Under the Golden Chandelier

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Manolya`s POV

At the palace, everybody was waiting for me outside the golden gate when Aziz appeared with me in his arms. My legs felt weak as he set me down, and I had to steady myself against the iron bars.

The golden calligraphy shimmered in the sunlight, and I could hardly breathe. My stomach was still turning from the way he had dragged me through that strange realm.

“I think I am going to be sick again” I said, panting and clutching my head. “How can you run that fast?”

“You will get
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