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Chapter 36: The Fragile Ghost
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2026-03-09 09:00:00Amara’s POV
The guest wing was a beautiful tomb.
It was silent, decorated in shades of expensive grey and cold silver that seemed to soak up the sunlight rather than reflect it. For three days, I had lived within these four walls, watching the world go by through a window that didn't open. I felt like a ghost haunting my own life.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the boardroom. I saw the way Adrian looked at the tablet Ser
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