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The Wolf's Daughter

Nicolet Hale
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 29.04.2026 03:38:46

I was sixteen the first time I watched my father have a man killed.

I wasn't supposed to be there. Came down for water at two in the morning, barefoot on the cold marble stairs, and stopped three steps from the bottom when I heard the sounds from the east wing.

Not shouting, Papa never shouted. Something worse than shouting. The particular quality of noise that told you a person had moved past the point of asking for anything.

I should have gone back upstairs.

The east room door was open two in
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