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TWELVE: The Villain

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-27 23:53:06
MINTHE

The Villain

* * *

The sight of my mother’s necklace around another woman’s throat almost makes me forget how to breathe.

It’s not even because of the sapphire, or because of the gold clasp I spent an hour trying to fix with shaking fingers and swollen hands. But because she looks comfortable wearing it.

It’s as if it belongs there.

Like she belongs here.

The fire snaps softly beside her, orange light sliding across the cream silk of her nightdress while she sits curled neatly against th
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