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... aked in calm fury, her violet eyes gleaming like sharpened amethysts under the wavering torchlight. There was no trace of pity in her expression—only a detached, haunting kind of poise that made the air feel colder than it was.
Sienna sat shackled in a steel chair, chains groaning with every tremble of her limbs. Her face, once so smug in courtly halls and whispered schemes, was now twisted in sheer dread. The sight stirred something quiet and visceral in Iyana—satisfaction not born of v ...
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