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... hroat burned, her skin was hot to the touch, and every breath felt like a struggle.
She could vaguely hear Claude's voice—calm, steady—speaking with the royal physician. When she managed to crack her eyes open again, he was already at her bedside.
"Am I… going to die?" she asked weakly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Claude wanted to laugh—not because it was funny, but because the question was so kinda stupid. It was his idea to make her sick and drink the pathogen ...
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