The Sculptor Who Became Queen
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d apprentice, the silent force behind
ay, sharpened his tools, and managed his cha
lence of his mountain studio, beyond simple love o
sday, the mon
uced Serena: a gaudy, perfume-drenched city
in the stunned silence of the worksh
e had never touched a bl
my decade of devotion meant nothing, that I
protest this injustice, wondering why I
tain the storm
he cutting contempt for this senile old goat who dared
ous secret: some s
g another apprentice, Leo, to hear my true though
et strategies, and my fierce protection of the younger ap
old man, lost in his infatuation, h
d it was time to re
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