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CHAPTER 43: THE GOLD THAT STAYS LONGER

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I didn't sleep. At 3:12 a.m., I went to the nursery.

Oriane was awake in the rocking chair, Seren on her chest, Veal in the cradle beside her with one fist curled around the blanket. She had the look of a woman who had been managing impossible things since before I was born and had decided this night would not be the one that broke her streak. Her hair was down, which was how I knew she hadn't slept either.

"She did it again," Oriane whispered, without opening her eyes. Like she knew I'd come.

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