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d with electric tension as I, Aurora Blackwood, stood poised to make the fateful pronouncement that wo
ooding my mind with the chilling memory of Caleb Vance's face – devoid of grief, almost relieved – the ver
mself to be manipulated into feeding critical intelligence to the Syndicate, which directly paved the way fo
fool who believed every insidious whisper from a viper like Lila, sacrific
t repeat the past, because today, here and now, a Blackwood Heiress would definitively
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