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Chapter Eighty-Seven: Behind Closed Doors

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The heavy oak doors shut behind them with a dull finality. The thunder of voices, the scraping of whispers, all of it fell away as Lucian guided Saraphina down a dim corridor, their footsteps echoing on the cold stone. The silence should have soothed her, but instead it pressed close, amplifying the weight inside her chest.

When they reached the chamber he had claimed as their refuge, Lucian pushed the door open and ushered her inside. A fire crackled low in the hearth, shadows dancing across the rough-hewn walls. The scent of smoke and oil clung to the air, a grounding reminder that here, at least, there were no eyes watching.

Saraphina sank into the chair nearest the fire, her fingers trembling as she lifted them to her temples. Her body was still vibrating from the clash, from the shattering of the talisman, from the gaze of thousands who had wanted to crown her or condemn her in the same breath.

“They looked at me like I was a monster,” she whispered. Her voice cracked, raw and ja
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