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CHAPTER FIFTY- TROUBLEMAKERS
Were Sandara here, she would notice the tell-tale signs of nervousness- a ticked jaw, slightly narrowed eyes and the twitching of the left little finger- on the High Witch’s face. But, she isn’t, and the ones who are here are none the wiser.
“I do not recall making a formal announcement of an Awakening, so I would like to know the basis of this declaration.”
“So you admit it, then.”
“Admit what?”
“Admit that you neglected to announce your daughter’s Awakening.”
“I admit to nothing. I have no knowledge of the matters you speak of.”
Estelle chooses to play dumb, and everyone in this room knows it. Since she refuses to admit to anything, there is no evidence against her. All they have are just allegations. Mere words that do not hold water before the council or any other regulatory body they can report her to.
It's annoying when you know the truth but cannot pr
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