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... hrough the stone wall and into some terrible past only she could witness. Her voice trembled, not from fear—but from a grief so ancient, so corroded by time, it had hardened into something darker.
"I was a queen," she said again, more firmly now. "Chosen not for lineage or politics, but because the king... saw something in me."
She looked down at her gnarled hands, skin like old parchment.
"I remember the day I was brought to the palace. I was nothing—just a scholar’s dau ...
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