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CHAPTER 82: Crushing The Glass

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CAOMH'S POV

"Caomh."

The soft, trembling voice broke my focus.

I didn't turn my head immediately. I let my jaw lock tight, breathing in the scent of sour fear and wilted flowers.

Dreda stepped up beside me. Because I had frozen her accounts and publicly denied her access to the eastern silk merchants, she was forced to wear an older, pale pink gown from three seasons ago. It was beautiful, but in a room full of fresh, vibrant fashion, it made her look faded and deeply out of place. Her blonde
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