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CHAPTER 62: THE SLAVE BEYOND HIS BORDERS

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​AMARA’S POV

​"Then take me to the truth."

​The old woman stared at me for several long seconds, her weathered face unreadable in the dim light of the tree line.

​Then, her expression shifted. The faint warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp, assessing intensity.

​"So you really are the girl the border patrols are whispering about," she said quietly.

​I frowned, taking a half-step back. "What do you mean?"

​She stepped closer, studying the line of my jaw, my posture, and my simple vel
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