After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire
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Elena stood over the stove, stirring a pot of bone broth. She had been simmering it for twelve hours. It was Julian's favorite-or at least, it had been his favorite three years ago, back when he was recovering from the flu and she had played the role of the doting nurse.
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