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Chapter 72: The Coup I Didn't See Coming

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Elsie POV

The room was dark, lit only by the dying embers of the fire and the pale glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Elsie sat on the edge of the bed, her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She had not moved in hours. She had not spoken. She had simply stared at the wall, at the patterns in the stone, at the shadows that danced across the surface.

Zuri sat on the opposite side of the bed, her knees drawn to her chest, her dark eyes fixed on the floor. The silence between
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