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... entirely in her hands. She always had. Since they were young, the illusionist had stressed how the timing of any reveal would always be up to the Yecine member herself.
To trust others or maintain the deception that had defined her entire life - her understanding of this had built from an ocean of expectation toward something with shape. Something constantly hanging from her shoulders like a cloak. An item that could be removed if she willed.
She thought of her father’s faction, ...
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