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Chapter 33_Mother's Secret

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Tahlia's POV

"You knew Nadia was in that corridor."

My mother stood near the window of the private sitting room with her back half-turned, as if the glass might offer a cleaner version of the truth than the one I'd brought into the room. The door was closed. The guards outside had been ordered far enough away that their footsteps no longer reached us. For once, there was no audience for her to perform to. No council. No pack. No convenient witnesses to reshape the story into something softer, s
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