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My Sister's Letter
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2026-08-24 18:17:20"Irene."
"Mother — you're here — how — "
"I felt my daughter bond a pearl from a shallow pool three hundred miles away, and you ask me how I am here."
She is standing in the doorway of my old chambers when I return to the palace at dusk, still carrying the smell of Carrow's study on my scales, still carrying his private ledger under one arm. Queen Mirela of Paria — my mother, smaller and sharper than I remembered her two
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