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Chapter 107: The Fracture Beneath
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... lection."
"No. Not her reflection. Something else."
Whispers slipped through the stone walls of the east wing like smoke. The maids wouldn’t go near the room. Not anymore. Not since Camille had taken to the moonlit mirror.
Camille stood barefoot in front of the ancient mirror etched into the wall of the fortress. It was rimmed in tarnished silver, older than the keep itself, and cold as the bite of steel in midwinter. Her silk nightgown clung to her skin, damp with sweat ...
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