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The bells of St. Jude’s did not ring for the dead, but for the shame, a sound that hollowed out the chest like a stone dropped into a well. I stood at the bottom of the marble staircase, my small hands gripping the cold railing, watching my father, Lord Aldous Vane, ascend toward the throne room where the King sat wrapped in his winter furs and his silence. The air in the palace was thick with...
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