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... ugh corridors I knew too well now, past tapestries I no longer saw. My foot throbbed beneath the bandage with every step, but I welcomed the sting.
It kept me sharp. It kept the rage white-hot and focused while the rest of me wanted to crumble.
Aunt Cornelia was standing in the corridor like a gargoyle draped in silk. As our paths crossed, I looked her dead in the eye, letting the pure, unfiltered contempt of a woman who had seen the future wash over her. I didn’t have the energy ...
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