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Chapter 44: The Private Room

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Verity walked beside Quentin through the main pavilion, her hand still lightly resting in his. The island felt like a dream — soft golden light, gentle waves in the distance, and beautiful art everywhere she looked. But she could not shake the feeling that something more was coming. Quentin had that quiet look on his face, the one that said he was planning something.

They left the crowded hall and followed a quiet stone path lined with small lanterns. The air smelled of something like salt an
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