The Alpha Prince's Obsession
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Eleven years later, in a private chamber inside the Virellion Keep, there was a locked archive that no one was permitted to open.
Inside it: photographs, reports, surveillance notes, a record of academic achievements, a scholarship letter sent through carefully managed channels, and a single page in his own handwriting from the night he returned from East London that he had never added to and never destroyed.
At the top of that page, in the controlled script of someone trained in the formal language of the dominion, were six words:
She told me to drink it.
And beneath those six words, after a long space, as if the pen had been held still for some time before continuing:
Bab Populer